and wildlife available to them. Jonah discovered quickly that his favorite music was what Nick referred to a

Jonah had felt. Jonah had never been excellent at lying before, so when Nick threw a fake ID at him and told him that they were going to the new brewery to try some beers Jo

ream: ‘I’m a sad sheltered kid who grew up selling Bibles at school functions on the weekend.’” Jonah had shuttered at how closely accurate Nick’s assessment was. For as long as he could remember his ‘style’ had been khaki pants and plaid button-up shirts. A

ike himself than he ever had. It seemed Nick had a positive solution for everything. But no matter how much

en attempt to control the wide spread smile on his face, satisfied with his new purchases. The door was shut and

Nick’s bed that Jonah had never seen before. There were black lit candles all over the room and weird music in a different language pouring out of Nick’s speaker on the nightstand. Nick h

intense curiosity. Nick turned to look at Jonah with a crazed look in his eyes. Nick mov

ng the door to their room, forcing Jonah to drop his bag of CDs on the desk, s

Jonah stuttered out trying to pull himself up, bu

t away from my father, find my way and my passion.” Nick kept his eyes on the altar as if deep in a devoted prayer. Jonah stared at his new friend with curiosity and a

ip, Jonah wondered if maybe he shoul