Branson pov
Some guy walked towards me. Surly he had come to help me. I was just shouting for him to stop over and over but he never did. I remember him, but I cant remember from where. Then it hits me. Five years ago, some random party, I'd been drinking.
We were all sitting down in a circle, playing truth or dare. I was dared to kiss this guy whose name I don't remember and I had NEVER turned down a dare and I wasn't stoping now. My girlfriend cheered me on while I had kissed him. That is what hurt the most- I think she was cheering me on to be my inner self. He kept me in serious lip-lock for like 3 minutes. It sucked. And I Haven't had a girlfriend since.
This is terrible. He is the last person I want to have help me right now.
Anyway he was coming at me with peroxide and gauze. I begged him to stop. Then to my surprise, he did. I took it out of his hands and proceeded to bandage myself. I went to get up and he stopped me. He blurted in an uncomfortable manner, "Hey you, here is my card." Then he walked away while rubbing the back of his hair.
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the wild child
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