POV: Paul
As I stand on the green green grass, my toes sinking into the dirt, I can't help but to think about what goes on in his castle. He's so dashing, his arched brows and glossy lips are all I can think about. I wait to see him looking out of his window every afternoon, that is the highlight of my day. I sip my hot choccy woccy.
"Mmm"
I head back to my house, eagerly awaiting Sam's appearance. I sit down by my window staring over at Sam's house. I can't wait to see my little delectable princess, my bubba, my darling.
POV: Sam Smith
I walk through the empty hallway towards my window. I am itching to gaze upon him and see his luscious ranga hair. I wonder if he gets hot at the body shop. Approaching the large gleaming window at the front of my castle, I take in deep breaths of air. I can't wait to see my little Breachy.
There he is in all his glory, my Breachy, my love. Maybe I should be brave and wave at him. Taking a moment, I try to compose myself and with all my might, I raise my hand and wave at him. I feel my cheeks become warmer, like red rampaging Riyleigh. I stand there embarrassed, I hope my little Breachy didn't see my red flustered cheeks.
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Unholy Breaches
Historia CortaIn the luscious city of Glitterous lives a very ordinary Paul Breach. His life is boring, his name is boring, just everything about him is BORING. He does the same thing every day. Daydreams about the great and almighty sparkling Sam Smith. The spa...
