Strangers

breakups

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Harry's POV:

A few hours before...

I felt the annoying birds begin to chirp as I willed my lazy âss to get off bed. Whilst, I noticed the girl I fücked yesterday left. Her clothes were no longer scattered in the floor, and her short arms weren't holding me for warmth.

I ran my hands in my disdained hair, yawning and casting my eyes to recollect images that weren't blurry.

The room was dark and quite cold. My throat felt dry and my thighs were starting to cramp. I need to take a hit.
I cut it up and snorted a few. I downed some cold water and took a cold shower. I sang a tune and prepared to go to my manager for some shït job he could hook me.

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I entered the studio, Toni sitting in a massive chair. He was quite a fitting stereotypical manager. Quite obese. His shirt always open enough to see disturbing chest hair. Not quite bold, more like a Homer Simpson look with nose hairs dribbling down like forest weeds. Sunglasses and gold chains. And a fücking attitude that makes my blood turn cold and thinking of strangling the shït out.

"What a surprise to have ya here so soon." His voice was of a smoker, and a New York accent.

"Yeah, yeah. Do you have a job or what?" He look up at me with his red sunglasses, a thin line forming his lips.

"You know I can't give you no job. No one wants a fûcking crack addict near them." I slammed my fists in the desk.

"I didn't waste my damn money for you not to give me a job." He slowly removed his sunglasses.

"Are you high right now? God damnit Harry. I'm going to call the fücking cops."

"Just give me a job. Anywhere."

"I will give you a job if you're silver where ever you're going to preform." I let out a whip of air.

"Fine. Fine. I'll stay silver." Suddenly I started to see his face bubbling. He had huge anime eyes and I blinked a couple of times but they just got funnier. I let out a few laughs.

"What are you laughing at boy?" His tongue was flicking and gobbing out of his mouth as he started to melt.

"Nothing man."

( just imagine the scene of 21 Jump Street )
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Vienna's POV:

"Have a great break!" I excused my classmates as they exited hurriedly of the classroom. They were excited to get two weeks off school and hell so was I.

I told Gianna that I'm driving us to my parents just for Thanksgiving then we're going to fücking Vegas. Today we're going to party like there's no tomorrow and honestly excited. I want to feel free with alcohol, I just hated the after affects of it.

The good thing about alcohol is that its legal. Smoking a joïnt is not and frankly it's highly hypocritical because I'm a teacher. Perhaps I shouldn't go out Friday nights, fück around with random men, because teacher's aren't suppose to do that. I used to be the stereotypical goody-goody. It just happened to take a manipulative ex-boyfriend and a broken heart for this crisis in me to awaken. I didn't like the feeling. It made me feel frail. And quite frankly I hated to feel like that.