he partied like he did before.
girls clinging onto his arms, alcohol running through his veins, and smoke invading his lungs.
he hadn't felt this rush since he moved.
he missed it, but it felt empty and tiring.
so, he called it quits and went back home falling asleep thinking about her.
he just wanted someone to care about him, once, and now that he has one, he's too scared to let her in.
he feared that instead of loving her, he may end up hurting her.
"i just want to be normal and have at least one friend. i want to fall in love, and not do stupid stuff that sends me three hours away from home." he cried to himself.
he just wanted to be accepted and cared for.
deep down, he knew he had it.
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Bad Boys
Короткий рассказr e a d nice guys b e f o r e y o u r e a d t h i s. nice guys finish last but bad boys finish first only because they're chased down. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y
