So, there Joe was, standing on the doorstep of his friends house with a pizza in one hand and a bag full of movies, soda and snacks in the other. Ever since he’d seen Jack the other day, he’d known that something was different with him, that something was wrong or upsetting him, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. “Jacky, let me in, man. My legs killing and this shit is heavy!”

  1. joesephsimmons reblogged this from thehollywoodrockers and added:
    Joe gave a tiny smile, following his friend. “I like chicken too. I think my favourite kind of pizza is chicken and...
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    Jack nodded. “I-I like chicken.” He smiled softly. He felt bad that he had gave Joe the long talk; the poor guy had...
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