One More Slow Song: Chapter 8

✧˖°ˈ·*ε-(๑˃́ε˂̀๑ ) A growing line of slightly annoyed customers had begun to form behind Chord. They all clearly had somewhere important to be because they were at a tiny dépanneur just off the highway during the middle of the week at eleven in the morning. The sarcasm didn’t lessen the sting of humiliation that bubbled …

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One More Slow Song: Chapter 1

K through 7, Chord had been that boy every class had. The one with gel spiked hair, and an adorably sweet face; the one every girl had a crush on. Unfortunately, he lacked the social skills to live up to the hype. All awkward silence and no small talk. Social anxiety does that.

It wasn’t until high school that Chord really understood his place when he mastered the art of sarcasm and well-placed silence. It almost made him cool. The band helped too.