Andlat's Story Spot

He surveyed the dorm room, appraising it and approving of what he saw. Everything looked perfect. Well, almost everything, he thought as his gaze shifted over to the untouched other side of the room. He had gotten everything unpacked and set up, even made his bed, and his roommate still wasn't here? “I guess it's not that late.” He murmured, even as he began to imagine a whole semester of having a dorm to himself. Hanging out in his boxers, having friends – or even a girl – over. He smiled at the thought. “Um, excuse me?” He turned toward the door, his smile growing as he realized that cute little voice had a cute little face to go with it. A little boy stood at the open door, wearing jeans and even a Woodcreek University hoodie. Adorable. “Hey there! Are you lost, little guy?” “No, I'm-” “Oh, Mommy and Daddy are lost, huh?” He chuckled and crossed the room, kneeling down. “Don't worry. We'll find them. Do you know your big brother's name?” “Quit. I'...

“Nathan, time to go.” Finn called, standing at the gate of the backyard of Nathan’s best friend Felix. “In a minute.” Nathan called. “And it’s Nate.” Finn smirked. Ever since Nathan had said that he preferred Nate since it was more mature, he had taken to exclusively calling his little brother Nathan. Maybe it was revenge on Nate for having a growth spurt before him, but he did not think of it like that. “Mom needs us home now.” Finn insisted, struggling with the gate’s latch. Felix came over and easily undid it. “There you go, bud.” He said, grinning down at the older boy. Wearing nothing but his grey swimming trunks, hands placed casually on his hips, Finn could even see a little bit of peach fuzz under his arms. Was he really only ten? Sure, it was not so unheard of for a ten year old to be taller than a thirteen year old, but two of them? It bothered Finn, although he tried to hide it. “Race you to Nate!” “You’re on!” By the time the words had left Finn’s mouth, Felix had quit...

“And you promise you'll wake me up if the clouds go away?” Orion asked. Dad tried to hide his frustration, but this was the fourth time Orion had asked. "Not if you ask me again." He said before adding. "It's not going to clear up tonight, but that comet will still be visible for a few more nights. You're the one who told me that." "I know." Orion sighed. "Forecast for tomorrow looks clear." Dad said. "Forecast for tonight’s go get ready for bed. Calum's already been in bed for half an hour and you haven't even started getting ready." "Well, he's eight." Orion said. "Even twelve year olds need their sleep. Scoot." Orion took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and managed to get his underwear on – even putting his dirty boxer briefs into the hamper – before he finally gave in to temptation and checked out his bedroom window. Nope, still cloudy. He groaned. "Get out." He grunted as he ...