Jc held Kian's body, crying like he never did before. He was.. gone. He would never hear Kian's deep voice, or his high pitched screams. He would never hold his little Ki in his arms, or convince him that he wasn't a waste of food, and he should still eat.
Then, suddenly, the tears stopped flooding as Jc remembered what day Kian was on when he died.
Sixty Nine.
He started laughing and shoved Kian's body into the bed.
"You did this on purpose!" He laughed loudly, barely getting the words out through his giggles.
Kian sat up. "Yeah I did." He chuckled while Jc fell on the floor.
"Asshole," he managed to say.
"I know." Kian smirked. "Let's go Netflix and chill." He dragged the curly haired boy downstairs.
"Okay," Jc agreed and put on The Chosen.
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JK THERE ISNT A FUCKING AFTERMATH KIAN DIED THIS IS A JOKE BC IM CRUEL AF LETS ALL PRETEND THIS DIDNT HAPPEN AND CONTINUE CRYING, OKAY? OKAY
I should delete this but I won't.
So, this story is over. (It was at the last chapter) but did you like it? I might make a story with the same theme: Kian started smoking cigarettes, but it'll be an actual story style and not like this.
Stay tuned! I'm still not sure of the next story I'll post, but it'll be soon!
Update: italics now work, and Crossroads (Book Two) will be published next!
-ColorMeJian
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When Kian Starts Smoking Cancer Sticks, A Jian Story
Teen Fiction"Kian, what the hell is a cigarette-" Jc barged into Kian's room, holding the stub of a cancer stick between his fingers. He instantly dropped it and used the same hand to wave away all of the smoke that came rushing towards him, like it was attacki...
