Glass House | JJ Maybank

Vincent Cameron wouldn't necessarily call himself a Kook, despite what everyone says, the kook life never really fit his vibe. And, while the title Kook Prince rested neatly a top of his head, he was anything but. Hell the kid was rarely ever even seen on Figure 8. He preferred to spend his time in the cut, away from all the rich stuck up bastards he was forced to acclimate with. Most days he could be found on the roof of his Uncles house, lying on his back, shades on, and mind wandering. Other days you'd find him running with the pogues, despite his father's clear distaste for his choice of companions.

And that's it, that's Vincent's life, boring and repetitive.

Until it wasn't,

Until his heart started beating faster every time he saw his psychotic blonde best friend. Until every smile, made his stomach flutter and heat up. Until he couldn't get enough of those blue eyes that just never seemed to stray far, until all he craved was the heat of those strong callused hands on his bare skin.

Fuck...

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... Vinnie wasn't supposed to fall for him, they where just friends...

Right?