Ever wanted to take a ride on the alternative side? Now you can! In this book you'll find romance, heartache, passion and fun! Take a look on the crazy adventures you and your love will accomplish
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Hey this is my first from the re-write cause i like Mylo a lot, mostly because he reminds me of me. And yes i am gonna be including myself in these, deal with it.
Laughter can be heard 3 blocks away, that's how loud Fynn makes you laugh. You roll off the bed, tears pricking your eyes blurring your vision slightly. Every time you go to Fynn's house is always a fun time, mischief always included. As you recover from the previous laughing fit, you sit up to notice Fynn poking his belly. "Shh be quiet,, yes I know you are hungry but you gotta wait." His shirt was slightly lifted as he speaks to his belly, "Come on silly, if you're hungry let's get something to eat, I'm hungry too!" You stand up to readjust your outfit:
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(if you use he/him, just pretend you wear no bra😁)
"Hey sweetie, I need to change,, it's a bit cold for me to be wearing basketball shorts and a T shirt" Fynn chuckles as he briefly walks into his small closet and pulls a curtain to change. While he's behind the curtain, you hear his beaded curtain jingle and scratching outside his door. You crack open the door to find Gemma, Fynn's black and white pitbull. Smiling warmly you let her in and she quickly jumps on Fynn's bed and lays down, what a good girl. (fun fact: i call my all my dogs Snoots) The curtain hooks clank as Fynn steps out, he's now wearing more appropriate clothing for this cold winter weather:
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"Alright so, what fine dinning establishment were you fancying?" Fynn scratches his buzzed blue hair, petting Gemma "No you can't come, I know Im horrible, I give you all the snoot scratches. What a good snoot." Gemma merely huffs but gives in to the muzzle scratches. "You wanna go to Wendy's?" You smirk already knowing this answer, "FUCK YEA I DO!" Fynn hurriedly grabs his wallet and keys that were attached to a Rugrats lanyard and races downstairs. You chuckle to yourself and you scratch Gemma's ear one more time, her warm brown eyes closing off to sleep. Closing his door behind you, the carpeted steps greet your sock covered feet, stepping down the stairs at a moderate pace rather than speeding down. You slip your doc martens on and wait patiently for Fynn by the door. "Alrighty b, I got the go-to let's fucking bounce before my stomach starts carrying pitchforks and torches!" Locking the door behind him, you two head for his VW Jetta.
