Be Unpredictable, Be Real, Be Interesting. Tell

Listen,' Thomas Said, Slowly Getting To His Feet, Hoping Minho Wouldn’t Be Stupid Enough To Try Anything. “there’s Something About Us. We’re Not Just Random Shanks Who Showed Up On Your Doorstep. We’re Valuable. Alive, Not Dead.” The Anger On Jorge’s Face Lessened Ever So Slightly. Maybe A Spark Of Curiosity. But What He Said Was 'what’s A Shank?

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose,” He Repeated; The Bubble Of Phlegm In His Throat Made A Disgusting Crackle. “and It Really Blows.

Hunger. It's Like An Animal Trapped Inside You, Thomas Thought.

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

It’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat His Own Klunk.