A teenage story of love, drama and everything in between. (May be mild slash)
"Rae! Downstairs now! He's here!" my foster mother shouted. Yeah, I lived in a foster home. Had done since I was twelve. By 'he', she was referring to my best friend Travis. With black hair and killer brown eyes that made you wanna melt, he was like a perfect best friend. Plus, he knew perfectly well I thought he was ultra hot. He didn't mind. He was bi anyway. His boyfriend, Matt, had platinum blonde hair with a large black streak running through it. His eyes were jewel blue. He was gorgeous too. All the good ones are gay.