pretend we’re wealthy for just this once
Thursday, July 23rd, 2009Jon’s not ever done this for the money.
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.”
She wrote on the last of the parchment she had, a handful of inches from the end of a roll tucked in the back of an old magazine, wrinkled and worn but still useful.
There is no true measure of time.
She was the only girl who got it, what it was like to want things the girls at school didn’t care about but still want girl things too.
She’s still got it.
It was nice to make someone laugh again.