"Hey, how's your arm?" My mother asked in the morning. I had told her the story too, so she wasn't in the dark. "Fine, its sore but nothing too big to complain about." "Want me to wrap it?" My mom grabbed the gauze, she has a background in the medical field. That's how she gave me stitches in my right hand when I cut myself with glass. "No it's fine. It'll be okay." The cut is going down my forearm, barely missed the important veins, which I'm glad of. I walked outside to wait for Blaise. It turns out he was already there, "Hey babe!" He shouted at me. "Hey!" I ran over to his car a jumped in. "Where to?" Blaise joked, "How 'bout L.A.?" I said, putting my bag between my feet. "Sorry dude, not enough gas." He pointed at the gas gage and shrugged. "Aw, Darn!" I tried to snap, but I can't so it wasn't very loud. Blaise rustled my hair and started the car. "Maybe one day bud."~~~
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Blaising Fires
RomanceDaniel Turner is a young 17 year old boy who's in a gay relationship with a 18 year old boy named Blaise Duncan. When Justin Micheals rolls into school Danny's whole life is flipped and turned upside down.
