This was just awkward now.
We sat in silence
Because I was not falling a victim to his tricks.
I had nowhere else to be,
And I didn't want to leave.
But the people here were freaking me out.
They were so loud.
People always freak me out.
I never felt like I was one of them.
I don't belong with them.
Most people make me sick.
They are so conceited,
Concerned only about themselves,
Disregarding the feelings of others.
And this place was full of those people.
It overwhelmed me that I was surrounded by these terrible beings.
A bartender, a girl in her twenties,
Approached me,
"Do you have a number? You look really handsome."
Too overwhelming
"Thank you, but I'm taken."
Bert was focused on his drink,
So I headed to Pete and Patrick.
It was clear on their faces,
That like I,
They weren't having a good time.
"A girl tried hitting on me." I told them.
Broke the silence.
Patrick couldn't keep the smirk off his face,
And Pete burst out laughing.
I laughed with them,
Sipped my whiskey some,
Let it burn down my throat.
"All these people make me uneasy." I say.
"Same." Pat replies.
Pete didn't say anything.
We just stuck together.
Staring at other people that we could never blend in with.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
