Maybe We Should Close The Curtains?

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Oh my Gawd! Here I am, I am back! Goodness it has been a while, huh? If you're reading this now, kudos to you! Sticking with this story for so long, I am so impressed! I've been busy with music, college, and art lately, so I kinda forgot this even existed for a while there... But none of the less, I have returned to my kingdom of dirt and I am ready to wallow in my old stink again! Yay! Welp, here's the next part my loves. Enjoy!

WARNING: Contains language, and sexual themes viewers might find not suitable for children. Viewers have been warned.


(F/H/D) = Favorite Hot Drink


You coughed as rain poured down on you. It was getting cold, and your clothes were soaked to the bone. You had stopped running once the rain got too thick to see through.

A chocked sob left your lips as you hugged your arms tightly around yourself. Your feet suddenly slipped, launching out from under you and dropping you harshly on your cold bum. The landing hurt, a loud cry leaving your lips at the contact. Your lip quivered as you picked your self up, now feeling worse than before. You stomped off, muttering curses under your breath as you felt more warm tears slide down your face.

"Why me?" You asked quietly, walking up to your house and opening the door. The air inside was warm and inviting. You shivered as you kicked the door closed, pulling your soaked pants down and dropping them on the floor. You grunted as you tugged your shirt over your head, dropping the wet article of clothing next to your pants.

Now free to move, you quickly walked to the kitchen, pouring a hot cup of (F/H/D). You walked slowly towards the living room, cautiously watching the hot drink as you sat down on the plush couch.

You reached out and grabbed the remote, flicking on Bob's Burgers and relaxing into the chair.

"Who do those boys think they're playing?" You suddenly said, anger lacing your tone. "I would've found out sooner or later! Why did they think they could get away with this?!"

You sighed, leaning back into the couch. A lone tear trickled down your face. You sniffed, rubbing it away roughly. A shuddered sigh escaped your lips as you curled up on the couch.

"I really liked them... And I just... I thought..." You sobbed loudly.

"I thought they liked me..."


Milo's P.O.V.


Bradley ran next to me, panting loudly as we sprinted through the blinding rain towards (Y/n)'s house.

'She's probably furious with me... With Bradley... What if she hates me?'

I growled at the thought, running faster, trying to forget the negative ideas that seemed to be chasing me. Bradley slipped, falling into the water stream from the road. He let out a girly cry, splashing loudly as he fell. I stopped to look back at him. He cursed loudly, sloshing back onto the sidewalk.

"Fuck!" Bradley yelled, whipping mud from his eyes and off of his glasses. I stared at him in shock.

"D-did you just..." I trailed off, staring at him expectantly.

"Swear? Yeah, yeah I did. I don't usually, but I'm... I'm really worried right now. (Y/n) is all I can think about right now. I just hope she's okay, and not too pissed at us." Bradley muttered, flicking the remaining mud off of his bruised cheek.

I reached a hand out and helped him back onto the sidewalk. "Yeah." I sighed. "Me too."

Bradley smiled slightly, gripping my hand tightly as he stepped back onto the sidewalk.

"Thanks, Milo. You really are a good friend." Bradley stated, shaking his hair out of his face. I smiled widely, finally feeling accepted by Bradley.

"That's good to know. Now let's go find (Y/n)." I said, tugging Bradley's hand, him following close behind me.


Your P.O.V.


You sat up with a shout, a loud boom of thunder clapping behind you. You glanced around the room, staring at all of the dark corners. Once you had determined that you were still alone, you leaned back into the couch with a sigh.

'Just a dream.'  You thought, a hand subconsciously rubbing your shoulder. You sighed in pleasure as your hand worked away the stress pooling beneath it. Slowly your hand worked a little lower, rubbing gentle circles over your chest.

You suddenly sat up, ripping your hands away from your body.

"Well..." You said slyly, your hands reaching back towards your chest.

"I am alone..." You started, fingers nimbly working the soft flesh.

"And I have had a stressful day..." You muttered, sliding the straps of your bra off of your shoulders.

"I deserve to, uh, properly unwind." You whispered, unbuttoning your jeans.


Milo's P.O.V.


"Finally!" Bradley cheered, running up the steps to her house. I followed him closely, until movement caught my eye. It looked like a shirt... Had been thrown in the air? I cocked an eye brow, walking over to the large windows and peering in.

My eyes widened at the sight.

There, sprawled in all of her naked glory, sat (Y/n). Her legs were spread wide, her head thrown back in a mewl of pleasure.

"No. Way." I muttered, unable to look away. I felt a slow pressure building between my hips, a low grunt slipping past my slightly parted lips. I heard Bradley approaching, so I shuffled my feet in hopes to readjust myself before Bradley could notice.

"What?" Bradley asked, but soon stopped, his eyes glued to the scene in front of us. We both gulped audibly as (Y/n) let out a loud moan.

We had just scored front row seats to (Y/n)'s pleasure ride.



'No way.'



Well, there it is! Chapter whatever! I know most of you probably hate me right now, and I honestly don't blame you (awkwardly hides under a too small pillow while giggling childishly). However! I will be updating at least weekly once again! Honestly, now that summer has kicked off, I've been watching all of my shows (Free!, Yuri! On Ice, Attack On Titan, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hetalia, Bob's Burgers, Family Fued, and so many more others!). Oh! And great news! I was accepted into my college english class! Yay! (Quiet sobbing in the distance). So, I think that is everything for now. So, as always, I will be seeing you all in the next chapter! Read on, my little Andies!

Every story writer has a story unwritten.

(Guess who's the proud owner of a new stuffed elephant and cow!!!)

~Andvocell Raegree~








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