'Peaceful' probably shouldn't be the first word that comes to your mind as you lay down on the soft ground-- grass tickling your body and sun seeping through your closed eyelids.
In fact, you should be panicking the fuck out right now: your student loan apartment was far from 'sunny' and your creaky mattress was less itchy and more uncomfortable, which prompts the question 'where the fuck are you??' and the urge to shoot the fuck up to your feet and check your surroundings; but...
You sigh your content and roll over, burying your head into soft weeds. You don't know whether you'd want to be smoking them or sleeping atop them after this.
The moment is quick to be ruined though; you shoot up to your feet at the feeling of aggressive screaming piercing your eardrums.
YOU ARE READING
(EXPLICIT CONFUSION)
Fanfiction"What the-" You gaped as Brandon Rogers; clad in pink spandex and horrendous makeup zoomed past you with aggressive screaming. His (her??) baby slipped out of his hands and deadass smacked you in the face-- it fell down with a flop, unmoving. "OH GO...
