The In between Times
I met Stan in the second grade. His family had just moved to town. He lived just a couple streets from me. We'd been best friends ever since. We were a lot alike, in many ways, so we got along great. One thing we both got to bitch about was our only other siblings, our bratty little sisters. Things got different when we got into middle school. Our sisters were still brats, but not when me and Stan were hanging out. Stan and I, I mean. If Stan was over, Janey would appear out of nowhere and...