Far From Last
Sunday, June 5th, 2011Kissing Shane was like–like a breaking dawn, or something else lyrical and grand and everyday.
Kissing Shane was like–like a breaking dawn, or something else lyrical and grand and everyday.
It feels like some kind of dream, like nostalgia or wistfulness, to be back here when he keeps thinking about being on the road with Panic.
Or, okay, whatever. Being totally honest, with Spencer.
Jon steps off the plane looking and feeling like shit.
Jon’s not ever done this for the money.
The thing no one told Shane when he moved in with Brendon was how impossible Brendon would get when he was working on something.
When the door shut, Spencer looked around the cluttered living room that, until moments ago, had been a place filled mostly with good memories.
The hardest thing about closing the door behind him was looking at the blank beige wall that marked the other side of Spencer’s door.
“Life was easier before I met you.”
“Like you’d remember life before me.”