"You need to go out."
"What does it matter, Dathi?" I asked my friend, who had called me earlier. I heard him sigh through the other end. He said he would pick me up in 20, and we would go get ice cream. I protested, but he insisted and hung up. I groaned and flopped down on my bed.
Whatever. It's ice cream, nothing else. It better. My mind raced and my eyes darted to my computer. I've been uploading already edited videos, and no one knows anything.
And I plan on keeping it that way.
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Help, I'm Terrified
FanfictionHe's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark...
