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Iâm just fostering him for a couple weeks, I swear.Â
What the hell? Nora never let me have a cat.Â

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bogoodacreâ:
Iâm just fostering him for a couple weeks, I swear.Â
What the hell? Nora never let me have a cat.Â

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winniewilsâ:
Well, you havenât let me try to make you not hate it. Why donât we go to the beach and talk?Â
Donât you have to go suck face with your boyfriend while youâre still in town?
avalonshaffâ:
No, no, no. Iâm not doing this again. Iâm not going to almost lose someone else I care about. Whatâs going on, Joey?Â
Yâcanât lose someone you never had Avalon.Â
alekskostenkoâ:
I wonât try to do anything about it. I just want to know whatâs going on. Nora says you havenât come out of your room in two days ânâŚit smells like it too.Â
My fucking knee hurts, Aleks. I got stuck going to community fucking college instead of the university I had a full ride soccer scholarship at. I canât run. I can barely walk, still, and Iâve watched every single human I love either die or move on and leave me behind. So pardon me if I donât feel like making it to the shower for a couplâa days, asshole.
ryder0kâ:
Huh? Nuh-uh. Youâre not pulling that bullshit with me. Câmon, get in the car. Letâs go for a drive.
Itâs l-lo-l-locked, dickhead.Â

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Literally, just leave me the fuck alone. I hate my life, and thereâs nothing you can do about it. Okay?
kybuchsâ:
After Kylie spewed her thoughts and feelings, she watched Joeyâs eyes. It was as if the wires in his mind were figuring out the ways they wanted to connect. Would Sadness continue to take control? Perhaps Anger would step in? Kylie was sure the little red guy probably wasnât far away. Both she and Joey had hot tempers when they were younger, but luckily they were beginning to cool down a little. Joey sobbed, hard and heavily, and Kylie saw that one again that rotten Sadness had one. Kylie held him like she had so many times before - the tall, sweet boy sheâd loved since she was practically thirteen years old, and wondered how theyâd gotten there. One moment, they were laying in the bottom bunk of Joeyâs bed and in the next - they were adults who barely saw each other and were simply trying to heal.Â
Joey took a few minutes to sob, and once he was through and began to talk, Kylie almost wished heâd just kept crying. Deep down, she knew if sheâd told him how she really felt about him before UCLA, she wouldâve never left, and she couldnât do that to her parents. She couldnât do that to herself. She had to see the world and live her life to the fullest. Kylie could still hear her mom in her ear at her first audition, instructing her to stand in the very front with her chin held high and to put all of the other seven year olds to shame. She remembered that day so vividly, her youthful confidence and the way she nailed the audition and landed the role, and she hadnât stop chasing that feeling since. She still searched for her momâs proud face in the audience even after all these years.
âI know itâs beenâŚgeezâŚeight years since my parents passed away and I shouldnât worry so much about making them proud still, but I do. And if Iâm being honest, I still like you, Joey. I always haveâŚâ Kylieâs words tasted sweet even though they were quiet and filled with some nerves. If she was being true to herself, she shouldnât be that nervous. Sheâd just plead with Joey to be his real, true, vulnerable self and if she held back, well, then thatâd be hypocritical and she hated hypocrites. âAnd, I always will,â She said, squeezing his hands in hers, âI always will like you until hopefully â hopefully we end up together someday or something. ButâŚI canât leave UCLA. I canât disappoint them. If I donât do everything Iâm supposed to in my life itâs likeâŚI feel like they died in vain then, and I donât want to feel that way.â Kylie hadnât felt them before, but the few tears that had pooled in her eyes finally fell down her tanned cheeks. She wiped them away with her hands and then grabbed Joeyâs once more.
âAnd for the record, I do have our pictures. Theyâre on my desk, and I get distracted staring at them instead of studying way more than Iâd like to admit,â She smiled, attempting to lighten the mood before she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and sighed, ââŚRex just isnât some guy though. I mean, weâre not together or anything, but weâre not just acquaintances either. Heâsâalright. Heâs artsy and funny and I guess he makes me feel good when Iâm out there. Itâs just so lonely. I just needed someone and heâs from Massachusetts so he reallllly has no one over on the West Coast and we just ended up becoming friends. You donât have to be worried,â Kylie took one of her hands and held Joeyâs face, âIâd choose you any day, over anyone. Iâm serious.âÂ
Rex. Ugh. That was his name. Rex. What kind of name was Rex, anyhow? Joey didnât care to hear all about him, but there Kylie went, droning on and on for what felt like an hour about how good he is and what he makes her feel. Joey didnât care to hear any of it. He didnât want to know that someone else was making her happy when it shouldâve been him. It shouldâve been him all along. Joey couldnât help but feel like he screwed everything up. He never shouldâve dated Brooke or Winnie or even tried to kiss Avalon... Ugh. Avalon. That was a lost cause in and of itself.Â
Joey would always wonder what they couldâve been, but Avalon was at home with Grey, and he was on the beach with Kylie. And he was having to see her twin sister and her boyfriend lovey dovey and all over each other. And honestly, Joey didnât even really know if he wanted to be in a relationship. He did know he wanted Kylie to be closer to him. He wanted to be around her all the time. He wanted to make her smile and laugh and be there for when she cried and needed someone to hold her. He wanted to hold her. When he saw a couple of tears fall from her eyes, he reached to wipe them away, but she had instinctually done so already.Â
Honestly, Joey understood where she was coming from. He understood wanting to make someone proud. He didnât know who he was trying to make proud. He didnât have parents who loved him, and every day, the memories of his grandparents were slipping further and further away. The group home he lived in was the topic of all of the trauma work heâd been doing, so there was no way to forget all of that. But still, he understood. He wanted to make Nora proud, sorta. He wanted to make Ryder proud. He wanted to make Kylie proud too. He wanted to go to UNC. Play soccer. Get a degree. Make it into the big leagues... None of that was possible, and he had a daily reminder of waking up in what now felt like his childhood bedroom on the bottom bunk only to have to hobble down the stairs for breakfast.Â
Joey had cried so hard that he could barely control his breath. He had that sort of hiccup-y breathing going on. Kylie was holding his hands, but he let go of hers to wrap his arms around her again. Kylie was his person and he didnât want her going back to school without knowing that. âI know you canât come home. And Iâm happy you have friends there. I just feel like I want to be selfish, I guess, and keep you all to myself. But thatâs not fair, and I know it.â He imagined who he wouldâve met in North Carolina and if heâd run into his parents there... thatâs where he lived before the group home and before Noraâs. He wondered who heâd be by now and if he would have even come home to visit or been on the Hawaii trip. âI love you, Kyles. I know you have to head back to school soon, but.... Will you just... be here, with me for the rest of the week then?â
kybuchsâ:
âI know you were seeing someone at UCLA,â Joey admitted. âKelsie told me.â As Joey spoke, Kylie bit her tongue. Then, she wanted to punch Kelsieâs ribcage a few hundred times, but she wouldnât. Ultimately, Kylie wasnât Joeyâs and Joey wasnât Kylieâs. He wouldnât stop his girl friends from kissing him, she was sure. If he was at a party and a random, pretty girl approached him, heâd take her home. So why did she feel so guilty about Rex? Why did she wish it was Joey instead? âIâŚâ Kylie wanted to say something, but she wasnât sure if there was anything she could say to defend her case, and plus, Joey spoke up again soon after his first statement anyways, his voice full of a mixture of anger and sadness this time around.
âDonât do that!â Kylie retorted, frustrated, âThatâŚIâll be okay I always amâŚthing,â She mimicked his voice then stood up, her arms folded across her chest. âItâs okay to not be okay and to think itâs not fair. Itâs not fair, Joey. And youâre allowed to feel that around me. Youâre allowed to feel things! Weâre best friends.â She was on the verge of tears and she wasnât really even all that sure why. It couldâve been the chlorine from the pool or the fact that Kinley had snapped at her earlier, or maybe because seeing Joey hurt made Kylie hurt too. It made her hurt really bad. âYou donât always have to be alright. Thatâs a really bad thing that happened to you. You had everything planned out and now itâsâŚnow itâsâŚmaybe itâs not possible. Sorry, but itâs the truth and you know that and I know that and maybe the others arenât admitting that to you, but I will. And it blows, Joey. It really blows. And I feel sorry for you. And Iâm so sad for you because you deserve all the good things in this world,â She stepped down off of the porch and took his hands out of his pockets, placing them around her waist instead, âBut, I got you. SoâŚstop faking it. Weâre in this beautiful, real place together. You can be real with me. Iâll still be here.âÂ
College had done Kylie good. She seemed older and wiser. She seemed more level headed. He was jealous of her. He wished he couldâve gone to UNC. He wished he couldâve met new people out there and lived a whole life that no one in Brooksville knew about. Instead, he was at Greenville U and he was in class with almost everyone he went to high school with and everyone he beat the crap out of in soccer. He watched the soccer games and cheered for his friends and he drove around Brooksville by himself, wishing Kylie or Winnie could be there. Mostly Kylie though. He was lonely. He was really lonely, and he didnât know why he was dealt the hand of cards he was. It didnât seem fair. But he started volunteering at the shelter where Tucker worked and he was thinking about working at the YMCA to coach a little league soccer team. So he was trying, but at the end of the day, he was lonely.Â
Kylie lectured him, their feet in dusty white sand. There she went on and on about how he was allowed to feel things. He was allowed to be upset. He was allowed to be angry and that she was sorry for him. And he was angry. He was upset. He had a thousand emotions in his body that he couldnât explain and couldnât even decide where to start or where to go or what to do with any of them. He just wanted to disappear. He had his next four years planned out, and in one swift kick, Joey slipped on the wet turf and fell, twisting and cracking and bending in all the wrong ways. And he knew heâd never be the same. He knew his plan was wrecked. Senior year of high school destroyed. College obliterated. And then he watched all his friends move away, go off to college, and start the rest of their lives when Joey was stuck in a tunnel of self hatred and purposelessness. And he cracked. He caved. He cried harder, picking his arms up and draping them over Kylieâs shoulders. He wanted her to hold him like she always did and he could help the tears falling from his eyes to his cheeks to her shoulders.Â
He stood up after a few minutes, wiping his face with the back of his hands like a little kid. Kylie genuinely knew everything about him, and she didnât look at him like he was broken or dirty or different or like he was other. âI didnât mean to make you feel bad about seeing someone,â he said, the back of his hands still at his eyes. He wanted to put on a big sweat shirt and a pair of comfy shorts and sit on the couch, watching a movie. But there he was, still in his bathing suit, his knee still throbbing. âI just... I guess I sorta thought you liked me last summer, before you left. And I know you took all our framed photos with you. They werenât in your room. So I.. I donât know. I know weâre best friends, but... I guess I just was thinking too much into it.â
kybuchsâ:
Kylie adjusted the pink bikini on her hips, huffing as she walked through the sand. She was in good shape, but the sand still made her weirdly out of breath sometimes. Morgan and Kinley walked ahead of her, hand in hand, and for a moment, Kylie missed Rex. Rex was this super indie, long-haired, gap-toothed boy sheâd met at UCLA and been seeing on and off her entire freshman semester. He was soft-spoken and didnât try to sleep with her right away (which was very different from most UCLA guys), so they hit it off and hung out a lot. She did end up sleeping with him eventually when the stresses of midterms crept in and she wanted to have a little fun, but that was a story for another time. Still, seeing her sister be so in love with Morgan made her yearn for that kind of love too - and thatâs when Kylie noticed Joey on the porch of the beach house. He was visibly upset, and the closer they got, the more she could see Joey shrinking into himself. Kinley turned around, shooting Kylie a confused look, and Kylie gave her a nod - signifying sheâd talk to him and tell her all about it later, so Kinley and Morgan disappeared inside. Silently, Kylie sat down and rested her head on Joeyâs shoulder. She could tell by his eyes that he didnât want to say much or hear much. She could just tell. So she sat, listening to the waves as they beat against the shore, watching as the tide rolled in closer and closer, and waiting for Joey to say something. Finally, he spoke, and Kylie met his beautiful, brown eyes with her blues. âAnd the best part is thereâs no getting rid of me,â Kylie said, her lips forming into a small smile as she laid a quick, gentle peck on his cheek then asked, ââŚDo you wanna talk about it?âÂ
If someone had taken a picture of Joey and Kylie in the moments they were sitting there, not speaking, it couldâve been a poster. It couldâve been a book cover. It couldâve been a scene in a coming-of-age movie. And it felt like a movie moment, too. It didnât feel like real life. Then again, nothing since Joey tore is ACL felt like real life. It all felt like a movie. A TikTok video said to think of the inconveniences in your life as âbeing good for the plotâ because youâre the main character. Joey knew it was just a joke, but part of that comforted him. âItâs good for the plot,â he would tell himself, but what even was the plot anymore?Â
Joey ran a hand through his curls. Kylie had been his first friend when he moved in. His first kiss. His first love, really. Joey and Kelsie got along well, and he and Kinley were playful, pulling pranks and jokes on each other. The way Morgan and Kinley were with each other is how Joey and Kylie were at one point. In a more kiddish way because they were just kids when they met. Joey had since made mistakes with girls he didnât want to speak about and fell in love with a couple others, but in the end, everything circled back to Kylie. âI know you were seeing someone at UCLA,â Joey admitted. âKelsie told me.â It was quite for another moment. Thatâs not why he was upset, but itâs what he said. He changed the subject again, though, and said, âItâs just my bum knee. All my dreams died when I got hurt, and now I canât do jack shit. Itâs not fucking fair.â It felt like thatâs what all their conversations came back around. Joey just wanted someone to acknowledge that it wasnât fair and that he deserved more, but no one ever said that. He stood up, his knee throbbing. âIâll be okay.â He took a step down, putting his hands in his pockets. âAlways am.â

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itâs you. and itâs me.
Maya stole the football and took off running, but Joeyâs knee couldnât keep up. It almost immediately cramped up, and it pissed him off. Isaiah kept running, but Joey just turned around. He kicked the sand with his good leg and started hobbling back to Noraâs house. He was pretty sure he was staying with Ryder and Bryce, but he hadnât made it down the beach yet. Noraâs was the farthest from Ryderâs, but heâd make it down there eventually. He couldnât help but cry as he walked up the beach, from the water to the back porch of Travis and Milaniaâs house, not quite making it to Noraâs. He covered his hands with his eyes and heard Ramona and Fifi scream inside, erupting the house in laughter. Kylie, Kinley, and Morgan came up from the beach, Kinley and Morgan looking at each other in that certain way, Kylie asking for Kinley to AirDrop the photos. Joey hoped he went invisible as they passed, but when Kylie sat down next to him, he knew he wasnât. She didnât say anything, and he didnât say anything. And for a few minutes, they were just quiet. âIâm glad itâs you,â Joey said, breaking the silence. He could tell she was looking at him now. âItâs just....â he covered his mouth with his hand, hiding his lip trembling. âIâm just glad itâs you.â
Josh & Olivia in the âHigh School Musical: The Musical: The Series Specialâ after finding out that their original song âJust For A Momentâ was going to be featured in episode 9.
theonagyâ:
Itâs okay. Youâre not her keeper. People just say sheâs jealous, b-b-but I can-canât bee-believe that.Â
Sheâs easily threatened, so she probably is.Â
gagemarcelloâ:
Damn! Not with that attitude!Â
Dude, if I could lose my wife and daughter and believe life is still going to be alright, you can too. It might not be the same, but is anything in life ever the way you want it to be?
Well maybe Iâm just not as strong as you.Â
turnerpikeâ:
Itâs good to meet you, man.Â
You a dancer? I noticed thereâs a whole gang of âem around here.Â
Me? Oh, no. Definitely not. I play socc--err, well I guess I used to play soccer. I got hurt. Canât do much of anything these days with a bum knee.Â

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winniewilsâ:
Take the pain away. Take the pain away. Winnie was beginning to feel like her existence was a lot less of a little sister, a friend, an ex-girlfriend, and a crush and more of a healer. Take the pain away. Perhaps it was the empath in her that drew everyone in that needed fixing, and here she was again with not much of a choice. âItâs going to be okay,â Winnie brushed Joeyâs hair off of his forehead. It was sweaty and sticky but she didnât care. âItâs okay,â She repeated, âItâs okay.â Then, she planted a long, tender kiss on his lips, hoping that in those few moments at least heâd stop hurting just a little bit.Â
Winnie kissed Joey. And Joey kissed Winnie back. It didnât stop the pain in his knee or the burning in his throat, but maybe it did distract him for a minute. He put a hand on his cheek, holding her head in his hand. He kissed her harder and more passionately, putting another hand on her waist. In a moment of complete euphoria, Joey slipped a hand under her shirt, but when he heard footsteps, he stopped. He pulled away, wiped his mouth, and the air around them became tense and awkward. Travis was just passing through, âHey, donât let me stop you. Just go about your business. Iâm just looking for a pair of sparkly shoes...â Joey blinked hard, grabbed his crutches and hobbled away without saying anything to Winnie. He felt awkward. He didnât want Winnie to feel like he was taking advantage of her. âS-sorry,â Joey stuttered just before he left the living room, âI-I-Iâm s-s-sorrrrrrry.â