My name is Matt, and I am normal. Honestly, I'm the very definition of it. I am 18. I play soccer at a public high school. I'm not the best kid on the team, but I could be worse. Girls don't hate me. They don't really love me, either. I have two best friends, Brendan and Chase. I have straight B's. I have a little brother. I hate musical theater. My mom's a nurse, my dad manages a local restaurant. I have a golden retriever named Peanut. I do homework, most of the time. I don't have Channing Tatum's jaw line, but I'm not asshole ugly. I play Xbox. I curse, but not in front of my mother. I sweat during gym class. I don't stand out. I'm textbook normal. Then why the fuck am I sitting on the edge of Cash Ryder's bed in only a pair of red checkered boxers? Well damn, I'm about to tell you.
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Anything But Normal
Teen FictionMatt has a poster of a girl in a bikini above his bed. Cash Ryder has the scores for every one of Mozart's pieces glued to his walls. Matt plays soccer. Cash Ryder hates organized sports. Matt has two best friends. Cash Ryder hangs around with the k...
