"Gotcha!" Brock cheered in victory, me quickly shushing him.
They'll hear, those readers.
"Ok, ok. I'm quiet. But...how long?" he asked, me just staring at him.
"What?" he asked, me continuing to stare. "Craig, what the hell?" he added, me shaking my head.
"I ain't telling you all that." I replied, earning a groan from him, me now the one grinning.
He looked at me with a look that said 'but why?' that quickly changed to 'I can tell him.', causing me to sigh.
"For a long time, it doesn't matter. Plot don't need it." I said, earning yet another confused look.
"Plot?" he asked in utter confusion, me sighing as I remembered, Brock had no clue what he was used for.
Just like all of us here.
"Nothing, whatever, lets go back." I said, getting up and walking off.
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The Prophecy That Forbids Our Love (Minicat)
Random-USED TO BE THE PROPHECY THAT I BROKE!- WARNING: Includes a funny hastag, a whiny b*tch, and gayness. At 18, Tyler was finally aloud to marry. Not the person of his choice though. A person his parents choose for him, all thanks to this prophecy that...
