Six Feet Under Confusion Brandon wasn’t like most of the guys to me. We were friends since the fourth grade and he was also in my music group for the time being (he left in eighth grade; he wasn’t interested in music anymore).
Knowing him for around nine years, I felt I might know him more. He was charming to everyone. Sometimes he was too charming and because it few boys hated him. He had a natural tendency to take the lead, which I admired. He was a good adviser and so was I.
One day Brandon and I were sitting together and our mutual friend came and sat by us. The friend of ours was my bus-mate and his class-mate. I would often provide him with advice about girls and some random situations.
The one thing that friend told both us was “You guys should be a couple! You both give great ad
