I ran upstairs and put on a old band tshirt. It was the all time low one my favorite. I stayed in my pink and black fuzzy pj pants and let my hair fall freely out of the messy nun it was in after I brushed it. I went back down stairs and layers stretched out in the couch. I was just getting comfortable when the doorbell rang. I ran to the door almost tripping over my own feet.
"Hi!" I said as I swung open the door. There stood a beautiful Michael Clifford with two DVDs and a pizza in hand.
"Hey." He walked in and sat the pizza down on the kitchen counter, the DVDs on the table and plopped on the couch. Like the crazy fucked up weirdo I am I ran to him and tackled him down pinning him on the couch. Our eyes met and we stared at each other as I gazed into his eyes to discover the history if Michael Clifford. Just as I was getting to it his lips crashed against mine as his had wrapped around my thighs. He certainly was a bad boy. His hands went up a little bit higher as I snaked my arms around his neck. The kiss was getting more heated just as I smelled an unfamiliar scent. He pulled away and took my hands from his neck and put them on his chest. "Do you smoke?"
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The darkest night
FanfictionI heard branches snap behind me and my heart froze when I heard a voice start talking, “You know a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be in a place like this.” A raspy voice said. I turned around to find a tall boy with white hair. His black skinny je...
