i lay in bed staring at my wall. i sigh in mild frustration. there are so many things on my mind. the youth group i'm in charge of, the random grandson of mrs. ketters, grades, mary, my mother, and the thought that nags me the most; the mysterious boy with the icy blue eyes.
i'm such a mess. i look over at the alarm clock on my night stand. 3:56 read the glowing red letters. i sigh once again. i have 2 hours and 44 minutes until i have to get up. i know there is no way that i'll get back to sleep, so i make my way downstairs
i turn on my coffee machine the dull whooshing sound making me feel at ease, reminding me of my younger years. i'd wake up early with my mother to watch her make coffee and we'd chat. the good old days.
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Holiest//Phan
Fanfictionin which a sad catholic boy falls for another boy [lowercase intended] {warning this is pretty bad. oops}
