Jack ran a hand through his curls of hair, staring at the blackboard as blankly as everyone else in the APUSH classroom. In parallel to Jack's boredom, Corbyn stacked erasers next to him, one after the other.
"The millerites were a religious group in the Antebellum period during the 1800's who thought the world would end, in about 1844 or so." The teacher droned on, adding yet another example of the religious revival at the time to the board. Jack's pen moved across the paper begrudgingly.
Jonah turned around in his seat in front of him and snatched one of Corbyn's erasers, then whipped it at the teacher. Jonah turned around and looked at his friends, pointing at the teacher while he laughed.
IF ALL IT IS IS EIGHT LETTERS WHYS IT SO HARD TO SAY
BECAUSE THERES A DICK IN HIS MOUTH
HEY GUYS THIS IS THE NEW FANFICTION I'M WRITING WITH MY FRIEND YEEHAW. its not done yet but we thought this was funny and would be cool to post this. We're listening to hooked right now on facetime, new chapter of therapy tomorrow and i love you all ;)))))))))
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Therapy / Why Don't We
Fanfiction*SEQUEL TO DIET* "Zach Herron, will you be the best human being ever and take his ring, for us, to soon, be married. Marry me?" Jack said as hot tears streamed down his face. Zach quickly nodded his head, not wasting anytime and connected their lip...
