Shanes pov
"Will you kiss me?"
The question rang through my ears, plugging them with those four deathly words.
"Your so drunk ry" I raise a eyebrow and smirk at him.
"So you don't want to?" He sticks his bottom lip out dramatically pouting.
"Well I—" I chew on my lip and look to the side again, my face hot.
"You don't like me?" He pouts again, moving his hands onto my face, pushing my gaze back to his eyes.
I pause for a second, starring into his pools of blue. God, he is so beautiful.
"I want to kiss you" I whisper.
"Well then common pretty boy,
Kiss me"
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Rylands pov
I wake up, head throbbing and sight blurry. I roll over and see missed calls and texts from people.
(Garrett: hello are you there?)
(Garrett: we took you home, text me ASAP)
(Rachel: dude, holy shit)
(Rachel: was that your first time drinking?)
(100+ missed messages from 'blah🤪')
(S: Hey Ryland x where were you last night?)
My eyes stay fixed on S's message, and then all of the memories from last night hit me like a train coming at 120 miles per hour.
Holy shit.
I kissed Shane Dawson.
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[A/N: hello I'm gonna fucking flip my shit ty so much for the support :')]
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bad / shyland / completed
Fanfiction"everyone calls me the bad boy; what do you think of me?" contains: swearing, drug use, breaking and entering, depression, cutting (only a little bit), and abuse/references to abuse
