You and your best friend are walking back from class.
"6-29-15," You whisper, slowly turning your lock.
As you reach inside, still chatting, you feel something strange. A dirty, bumpy, scratched, disgostang... knee.
"AHHHHHHHH" you scream.
"IMMA CRAWL OUT OF THE LOCKER NOW," yells the guy in your locker. you watch as he somersaults out and hits you square on the head with a shovel
3 days later you wake up, buried like 1 inch underground. As you get out, a rose falls on your lap. welp, guess conan gray was trying to kill u! might wanna run Heather!
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Imagine Conan Gray...
Fanfictionhi im going to regret this but im going to make really stupid imagines about conan gray because i love him (disclaimer, no i am not sexualising him and no, none of these imagines will be about fricking ok? i love conan in the way that i wanna be his...
