Dont be me.
Dont be me
Please. Just dont be..
ME. SHIT.
"Aha! Em!"
As I sit cross legged on this fluffy carpet across the stupid bad boy wearing his hot smirk, with a cheap beer bottle pointing at my ass (ha. Ha.) and the bad boy, I wonder if this was actually how my first party was supposed to go? About to be locked in a closet. With the school's bad boy for seven freaking minutes. Wait. Hot smirk? No no no. I meant signature. Signature smirk. So not hot.
I'm this close to saying "my name is potato" when I feel a soft hand grab me by my arm and the next thing I know Im standing right in front of Dylan.
Oh My Tummy.
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Hi everyone! Waddup?
Okay I so did not just say that. xD
So here it is. A glimpse at what has been going on in my mind about this story. I was just a bit curious as to how it was to write a story and here I am, writing one. So i won't be continuing with this story if it doesn't get at least 5 reads. Thats embarrassing. Okay thankyou you lovely miracle of god who is reading this. Could you please, pretty please vote. I want to reach out to as many readers as I can. And votes can get me that. Thankyou Love.
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