Wildfire

Dad is a word. It doesn’t mean anything unless there is action and intention behind it. He’s really just an asshole who you happen to share DNA with

THERE’S A REASON I’VE ALWAYS liked basketball players, but rarely attended basketball games: they’re boring.

“Sorry, sorry,” Xander yells, backing out of the cabin quicker than I’ve ever seen him move. “Do people not put a sock on the door these days? Jesus Christ.”

“I don’t share DNA with them so I can’t be held responsible for their wrongs.”

“I think I’m having my main character moment.”

“Freaking finally,”

“Fuck my life. This is not a sign.”

“I told him he’s a great friend.”

“I’m watching you go in so you don’t have to watch me leave.”

I’ve never voiced my insecurities to any of the guys, but somehow JJ knows I keep myself on the outside of things.

For younger me, who wanted to be his first choice.