Stiles stares at the letter. It’s the result of his application to be a summer intern at the FBI. His dad has always been his hero. He’d set his sights on the FBI because, well, why not? He could be a hero. Just like his dad. Especially after surviving high school. He feels crushed. Like the last bit of optimism he had about the future just snuffed out. Long nights finishing his homework....
Pride Stiles had a problem. A fashion problem. It was a problem because he liked his clothes and the way he dressed. It was comfortable and he felt attractive. Something pretty much everyone in his life had a hard time believing. How could he feel attractive in baggy clothes and flannel? Sporting the grunge look when it wasn’t the right kind of retro? Some people thought he was trying to hide his body because he wasn’t as cut or bulky as many of his friends....