How exactly did I end dangling from a roof? like hell, if I remember, even my personal bad idea generator had told me not to. That was until I felt someone grab my arm and pull me up. "Thank you Luciel... umm... aren't you gonna ask?" he just snorts and looks at me "You are dangling from my roof at ..." He stops only to check the hour. "2:34 in the morning yet the most disturbing thing is I'm not really surprised..." He looks me over in my hesitant and fidgety self. "Why are you here exactly we haven't talked in over 3 years..." I look up at him open my mouth to try to explain but he waves me down. "Let's talk inside, it's freezing out here..." I nod and follow him down to his apartment knowing he is the only one who will believe what I have to say.
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Hell's Angel
Teen FictionOur first talk went swell... "I am not sure if I should kiss you or throw you off the bridge?" and his answer was "Can I pick which?" and that's how I knew I was meant to be with this mother fucker.
