All Chapters of The Art of Life and Love: The First Spark: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

  "Ah nice! Yer not burnin' up anymore! Every four hours I want you to take ibuprofen though... Sorry for wantin' to check you wouldn't be a faintin' princess

  "I'm s-sorry Dill, yer right. I-I'm bein' ridiculous and... I uh, sorry. W-won't bring it up again. Think I'm j-just tired n' in pain-"  Before Tony could finish, Dillon gave him a gentle hug. He remembered to be very cautious with his burn, but the dude needed a hug. Sadly, he didn't hug Dillon back or move in any way. It's like he wasn't even there. When Dillon let go, Tony had a look of disbelief on his face. It was almost as if this was the first time he'd been

  Dillon eventually chose to start at the top and then work his way down. The top floor was largely clothes and souvenir shops, a couple new ones too. The third floor was probably his favourite. Almost all the shops weren't there last summer and included places that sold tobacco and tobacco accessories like Zippos and pipes. Dillon wasn't a smoker, but he had a nice Zi

                 July 11th, 2010: Sunday                              Summer

  After they saw enough to make both their heads spin, they just wandered around for a bit until the fireworks show at ten o'clock. The fireworks were definitely worth the amount of energy Tony had expended from the walk. Tony was surprised at the time that Dillon had healed him to the point that he had enough energy and wasn't in

  Since it was their last day today, they wanted to pack as much fun into it as possible. They had all agreed to be up by seven to get an early start. Tony walked out of the bathroom and immediately saw what the source of the crash was. It appeared that Kat and Dillon tried to start on breakfast, but Kat had dropped a bowl of a dozen pre-cracked eggs on the floor. Worse yet, egg had splashed all over her front and face. She sat at the breakfast bar with a shocked expression, while Brenden hysterically cackled next to her as he held his sides.   Tony turned to look at Dillon in

Tony looked down at him and smiled warmly when they got in line for the toll booth. He was sort of... cute? Was that the right word? It's not like he would ever tell anyone, especially Dillon, that he thought his best friend was

                  August 23rd, 2010: Monday                                  Summer

The Wildwood trip had been incredible and Dillon was happy that they had gotten so close. He got the opportunity to focus on Tony and make him feel better. That happiness had lasted a good couple weeks after and he had hung out with Tony almost

  The bell rang at last and it was sort of nostalgic to Dillon to see everyone file out of their classrooms. Many his age would disagree, but he got bored with summer very easily. Every year by August he became anxious and started to chomp at the bit to get back into the swing of academia. Just up ahead, Dillon saw as Brenden came out of his shop class. Once he caught