This is a the second or third attempt at writing down a story that I originally told to a friend over the course of a 4 hour phone call when I was 15. When I was done, he told me that he hated me, and that he would never forgive me. Sometimes, he still mentions it. He hasn't forgiven me.
There are some typos, and some TKs.
That's a rougher draft than I realized.
I'll fix it later.
I'm going to bed.