Chapter 45

“Your mother is hardcore. I love her,” Lindsey said as he took my hand.

“You’ll change your mind, eventually. Everyone does. Where are we going now?” I asked as we walked down the street.

“Back to my place to help Lisa finish out milkshake night.”

“Oh! Can we watch Game of Thrones? I really need to know what happens to Arya in the Brotherhood.”

“You’re addicted, aren’t you?”

I leaned up to kiss his cheek. “In more ways than one.”

THE END

Norwegian Woody

I’d always been seen as a tragic figure in this town. I’d learned to deal with the unwanted stigma that followed me wherever I went, but I hated it. To simply be a person who’d grown up here like everyone else would have been nice. A regular Joe, rather than the boy who pity built. I was a living, breathing urban legend.

The boy who lived.