I'm a fucking slut. Just like they all say. for kissing two people who you trust, your called a slut. One of them being your best friend, because you got so down about everything in your life and they could see.
and then he kissed you. You felt better knowing someone cared, but guilty cause people found out your best friend was gay. Highschool sucked in a small town if he was being honest. Secrets got out fast and rumors spread even quicker.
Second time was a mistake. Your brother goes missing and you hurt inside. Everything in me hurt. So I grabbed the closest person near me and I kissed them. That ended quick though, because they pulled away and understood the pain I was in.
cause that's who Tyler is. A understanding prick who slept at my house in my bed everyday. Nothing else. I know what they think we do or did, but it never happened. ignorant bitches. I sighed, and rubbed my eyes cause they itched.
Shower thoughts be like. I'm sad now. What if my brother is long gone? I felt a drop of water fall down my check, and I knew it wasn't from the shower head. I shut off the shower, and wrapped the towel around me and quickly dried off. I put on some clothes, and stepped out.
"What took you so fucking long? " Tyler asked, and I rolled my eyes and jumped on the bed.
Life sucks man.
gimme a new one. "I care about my cleanness. Fuck I meant hygiene. " I said, and laughed afterwards.
fuck laugh it off.
