Bramblepoint BWP: We saw the same sunset

Bronte wasn’t so bad. Every now and again he felt the need to check her as his mind cast her as the golden child who could both do silly things and get away with it. Boris was literally the well-behaved one, and Ponyboy caught the blame for everything. 

He liked having someone on his side, though he was too young to be choosing favourites he did anyway. ”Alright, but I’m in charge,” he said, moving to roam around where the bones disappeared into the earth. ”Help me dig this one out huh?” He asked, above the slender curve of a rib bone.