Not all promises can be kept.
I promised y'all and myself that I won't write any more fan fiction about these lovers, but here I am... already typing more of their romantic encounters
After 69 games of table football, I retired to the boys locker room to take a shower.
Heavy breathing. Someone's in here as well.
"Don't come in here bro," Syed's squeaky, pubescent voice echoed within the locker room.
Bad boys don't do as they're told. I walked over to where the source of the voice was heard, and dreamed of possible dramatic endings.
Just then, I was frozen in my walking position. My vision grew dimmer, and soon enough, all I saw was darkness. Was I looking at my future? My soul? Myself?
My eyes started to adjust soon after, my bedroom.
It was all a dream.
Sadly enough, not all dreams come true.
And thus was the day I learned not only were dreams fake fantasies, but also cockblocking jerks.
JE LEEST
Coming out of the closet
FanfictieHelping a fellow follower come out of his closet and be the real him ~ be you, drop the charade - he's acc straight.. like a circle No but rlly he's straight and no hate NOTE: this is a joke (haha so am I ): and it'll be purposely cringey. I'll pr...
