"Nope, he lives on a mountain. What a magic mushroom addled false prophet says is not to be believed."
Although I wish it was Ryan in my arms, I enjoyed Justin. Who knows, I can see myself with him. I better go though, it was barely light outside, really early in the morning, I shimmied out from under Justin and he just turned over. I got dressed as quietly as Matue could and headed for the door.
I noticed I had received a text from Ryan. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Great, he probably thinks I'm dead somewhere. Would I tell him about my sleepover with Justin...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑