*OC with characters from 21 Jump Street*
Doug's hands were on my denim-clad shoulders. His eyes held worry as they looked into mine. We were walking into possible gunfire.
"You ready for this?" he asked. "You can stay here – there's no shame in hiding from the bullets."
"Doug, I've been shot at before."
"Yeah, but you didn't have me being open about worrying about you."
"It'll be fine."
Suddenly, he pulled me against him in a hug. "I know, I know."
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
