Dude, how are ^these^ levels of cuteness even mortally possible?
Dear Friend,
Ash is leaving in right about a week.
Never once did I think that he would be going to America. And without me, too.
But I get it. He's gonna be a big, famous drummer for a band.
Angry Teddy. I'm still not all too sure what that name is supposed to mean. He said it's a punk band.
It's probably something political.
Well, when I think about it - people in America tend to believe that Teddy Roosevelt was one of the best presidents. And with how I see the people on the social medias complaining, the country isn't as good as it used to be.
So maybe it's supposed to mean that if Teddy were still alive, he'd be angry with how it turned out.
Damn, I know like nothing at school - but I know history about the USA?
What's wrong with me, Friend?
And guess what...
I'mma be going to a party, apparently.
You see, Friend - Ashton invited me to his band's going away party sort of thing. It's not exactly being held on the day they're leaving, or even the day before they're leaving - but hey, it's a party.
Calum texted me that he'd even give me a lift there. Well, I mean, I can't drive - so why not? Also, I'd be bound to get lost if I were to try to walk there.
I usually wouldn't be excited for this sort of thing - but you see, with the way Ash is so lovey dovey about Luke - it makes me wanna feel that way, too.
Maybe I'll meet a cute girl there. Or just a girl that seems nice in general. I wanna feel loved. I mean, Ash makes me feel loved. But that's different.
I want to feel wanted, you know, Friend?
I don't know...
~ Mikey
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I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au
FanfictionA story in which a hopeless boy acquires a strange reliance upon a little notebook. A notebook whom of which he trusts with his deepest, darkest, and most personal secrets. :)The Journal of Michael G. Clifford(: THIS IS MORE THAN JUST A STORY BASED...
