a love story that starts in the new "yandere high school: how i met my friends" series and ends in the "Yandere high school" series. ya. Its Taurtis vs Grian x Sam....
ENJOY
I awoke with a start. My eyes shot open, sweat running down my forehead. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to my cast, not caring that I was still in my donut themed pj's.
"What's wrong Donutcat? You look like you just had a nightmare." Taurtis joked, taking a sip of his coffee while leaning on the counter.
"Oh, this was no nightmare." I said grinning "This was fate."
"What do you mean?" Grian asked. I walked towards the table where Sam, Don and Grian were sitting. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down.
"I've got an idea for another story." I smirked.
"AWESOME!" Sam said, hopping out of his chair, ears straight up. "But can I stay alive this time? I hate it when I die." he continued, sitting back in his chair.
"We'll see." I replied, putting some sugar and creamer in my coffee. Just as I started to take a sip, dom chimed in.
"Can Grian and I get together in this one?" He asked turning red. I spat my coffee out and started laughing hysterically.
"Wait, WHAT?!" Grian yelled looking at Dom. I fell out of my chair laughing and heard Sam and Taurtis laughing too. Dom and grian both got up.
"WILL YOU GUYS SHUT UP!!" they shouted in unison. After we all calmed down I got up and gestured for Dom to follow me into the living room.
"Listen Dom, Imma just be honest with you. I don't ship it and probably never will. I'm sorry, but it's not gonna happen this time. Maybe in the next fanfic, but the one I thought up doesn't have you in it that much, sorry." he looked down at his feet and nodded. "I knew you'd understand." I said, hugging him. I let go and started walking back towards the dinning room with Dom close behind.
"ALRIGHT PEOPLE! Let's Get started setting everything up! Here's The scripts! It's gonna be a bumpy ride."
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