The Prostitue and The George

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And no, I don't mean Laurens and Washingmachine

Awwww, why not?

BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW

>:[

Fine.....

<3

Alex is writing this chapter
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What might that blur be?

"Bee! Couldn't you have warned me?" Sam looked up at the boy on top of him.

"N-no time f-or that! You're b-ack and that's all that m-matters!"
(Holy hell he's hard to write...)
[Fun fact, I actually burst out laughing at this for a good 10 seconds]

"That's all? I hoped life also mattered, dear." Sam tried to get up, with no success. "Lee... could I get up please?"

"Huh? Oh, s-sure!" He got off of him, smiling like an idiot. Samuel got up, and smiled back at him.

"Bee, you're adorable. You know that, right?"

"Ador-rable? Is Ge-"

"Yes, he is too." Sam said quickly, not wanting to even hear his lover's name. "Yes, totally!"

"Hello Sam!" A familiar voice called out. Very familiar. Sam turned around and glared at the owner. "What did I do?" Sam walked away without saying a word.

"S-sammy! W-ait!" Bee began trying to follow him while dragging George along. Unfortunately, it didn't work out as well as he hoped. "Georgie, c-come on! We have to get h-im!"

"Let him be, Bee. Let him be." George began walking away from where Sam had gone.

Bee wasn't going to stop until he brought Samuel back, however. Without a second thought or look behind him, he ran off to find his friend.

He should've looked....

End of Chapter 2.

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