Paperjam's POV
*Did he just... Half wave at me?*
I blushed at the thought.
*Just admit it PJ, you like him~*
It was easy to disagree, untruthfully, that is.
It was so much harder to just forget his beautiful face, his fragile frame, his...*Not again!*
Ugh, why was it so easy to forget my surroundings when he's around.
Fresh's POV
I caught him staring at me again, but why? Why would I even bother looking at his direction? Not like I have the urge to love anything anymore...
~flashback/trigger warning~
He came home drunk and high tonight...I was in my room and mom was in the kitchen having a fight with dad, again but this time instead of shouting I heard muffled screaming...my mom... I raced down stairs just in time to watch the situation unfold...
She was dust, he was crazy, I was traumatized.
He looked at me with a knife in his hand and started at me, but instead of striking, he brushed the bloody knife against my shivering neck, and told me this, " Call the cops and you're next, understand?"
He got up and walked to his room, leaving me to grieve on my own
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~flashback/trigger warning end~
((I'm just gonna leave you here while I try to get over my writers block. Hope I gave you da feels
I made this half asleep
I need to rest
I'm gonna die
-B-scotch out! ))
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//DISCONTINUED//Black and White ( A nerd and jock story)
Fanfictiondon't sue me I'm not rascist I swear. This is my first fanfic pls don't judge me I luv dis ship. If you don't then why are you even here? anyways, there might be a *little* lemon....? if I want to, and I'm probably going to do a lemon. And prepare...
