Finally sober, but infinitely tired Jake manages to find the right key for the bottom lock of his flat door.
If there's one thing Apple needs to work on is the iPhone's backlight. No matter how dim the scale promises you the screen is, it's still a beacon for sore eyes.
1:30 A.M.
One hour and thirty minutes in the fucking morning.
He cannot believe his brother kept him out this late and he came home alone. Fucking hell. And he still needs to drag himself across the living room to his lodgings.
One thirty in the fucking morning and he can hear sounds from Stephan's room.
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hiya, so guys, I meant to publish this in the past Wednesday but I have an upcoming big event that would make it hard to write enough to publish today and next week (does this a/n even make sense?)
Hope you enjoyed lovelies...
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Short StoryIn which a hooker falls in love with her client's roommate. snippet: "She'd wanted to slap him. Right across that goddamn handsome face. But then again, he is right. Isn't he? She is actually a whore. Isn't she?"
