Adjacent to the box which held the name Lance McClain, was a box that held the name of the last person on planet Earth that Lance would ever want to work with.
Lance glances around the room, seeing pairs of other students chatting and exchanging phone numbers. He quickly darts his head around, trying to catch a glimpse of the mullet-headed jerk that sits in the back of the lecture hall every single fucking day, but sees that he is nowhere to be found.
Fuck my life.
Keith and Lance get stuck together for an end-of-term photography project, that tasks them with creating a portfolio of photos that tell a story. Through struggles, support, friendship, and heartbreak, they discover that photos aren't the only things worth a thousand words. -- A story by RedFlame.
When a mysterious mullet headed boy shows up at Lance’s door in the middle of the night, Lance is conflicted on what to do. Should he let him in and help? Or should he turn him away just to be safe? The boy at the door looks really tired and claims he needs somewhere to crash for the night. Lance’s mom always told him about stranger danger, but he’s a goddamn adult now who is capable of making his own decisions. Eh, what could go wrong? -- A story by BlueWater.