After skipping lunch, because we decided it's better not to eat anything than to eat that shït, Asher makes us go to the desert while he sings a stüpid song that we have to repeat. We all have to maintain the same rhythm of our footsteps and walk at the same speed, lifting our legs to the same level.
Im hating my life all the way there, but that’s nothing new.
When the sun starts to go down, he gives us some time to rest.
“Franco, since you’re so strong and capable, could you carry me for a while?” I ask him, knowing what his answer is going to be. I don't even wait for him to say yes when I'm already putting my arm around his neck.
“I wouldn't miss an opportunity to have you close to me, sweetness” he says, taking possession of my thighs and lifting me. I didn't exactly do this to ma
