I caught Pete mid yawn.
Also I may or may not had used a idea from someone who wrote a book I absolutely love.
Also I'm not as talented as the original writer to the story, but if it was my big book stories it would've been in a lot better detail than this is.
Monday
Dallon Weekes was a flower shop owner. He knew everything about them, he knew what they all meant. And guess what?
He hates flowers.
A man in a leather jacket shows up one day and asks,"Do you have a Fuck You basket." He asked. Well that's a first, Dallon thought. "Be right back then." He mumbles. When he brought it back with a nice glass vase he was given twenty bucks."How illegal is it for me to throw this at someone's window?" The man shrugged."Well if this doesn't work I might be back tomorrow. Oh and by the the way, I'm Brendon. Might see me a lot this week." Brendon left quickly, and drove off on his motorcycle to his ex's house to shatter a window. That was interesting, Dallon thought.
IM A LOSER AND ALSO I CAN DO A LOT BETTER THAN THIS. PART 2 SOON. ~Nelly_thefangirl
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Brallon Imagines
FanfictionA bunch of Brallon imagines......I think Somethings towards the end may not have Brallon in it. A lot of it does though so please enjoy it! {C O M P L E T E D} #90 in atthedisco
