7You Are the Shell to My Tortoise » I barely spoke to him. He was antisocial, and all I knew about him was that he loved sleeping, that he hated gym class and that his first name was Nolan. So how in the world was I supposed to know that he was deathly allergic to bright light? Talk about mind-reading—give me a break!
Fiction: Romance, T, English, Humor & Supernatural, chapters: 8, words: 37k+, favs: 1, follows: 2, updated: 7/8 published: 5/7