"You don't have to do this, Jossie." Alan stands in the doorway to your bedroom. Jossie was his nickname for you.
"I can't deal with this stress anymore and the name-calling, and the bullying. It's all too much."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but just know I like you, and not just in friend way." He drops his hands to his side.
"Why do you like me?" Jossalyn turns to face him, suicide no longer on her mind, instead focused on Alan.
"You're sweet and not slutty like the other girls. You have straight As and you try your hardest at everything. You don't judge others by their looks and personality's, and you're the prettiest girl I know." He takes his hand out for you to take. "Please don't die today. I need you in my life."
"Alan, I don't think I can stand it anymore. Just let me go."
"I'll never let you go." He grabs your hands, the pill bottle dropping to the floor. His lips meet yours in a fit of passion and your hands go to the back of his nape, pulling him closer.
"What was that for?" Jossalyn asks.
"To prove I'll never let you go."
Can we just like cry rn? This is soooooo cute
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
