Chapter 5; Bacardi and Cheetos.

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Tyler pov

She put here lips on to mine, i kissed here back. I don't know why. The only thing i did know that i was very drunk, sad and i needed comapany really bad, so i went on. She kissed me harder. Before i knew it i was laying in my bed and she was on top of me. As we kissed, she moved her way down she unbuttoned my shirt. When my shirt was off, she made her way down my pants. Before she did anything she lay down on top of me and gave me a hickey and kissed me harder than ever. A loud moan escapes, 'Oh my god, Yes Troye go on!!' She stopped. I didn't realise what i Said till a few seconds After she got off me and runned out of my room. I just Moaned Troyes name. I realised i was thinking about Troye the entire time. Well, that was awkward.... In my underware i runned over to the living room but there was no track of candy. I sat down on the couch as a found a business card. 'Ecorte comapany, pleasure. We do it like we mean it.' After thinking half a minute i realised that i just made out with a hooker. And wile i was making out with the hooker i thought About Troye Sivan and Moaned his name. Well i quess im sure that I'm gay, Because If i didn't think About Troye, i probaly woulden'to have kissed her back. I think i was just really desperate for human comapany and really drunk (i still was, i could not even see straight.). As i walked to the fridge (still in my underware.) i grabbed a bottle of Bacardi and a bag of cheetos. Sat down on the couch and grabbed my laptop. Sigh, in the end i always end up drinking away my feelings. Well, who cares About me right? People just sleep with me cause in famous. If i woulden'to be famous noone would care If i killed myself. Why would Anyone even care now. I never thought it would come so far but i got so deppresed i drank my whole bottle of Bacardi went to my bathroom and grabbed a knife. Nobody cares About me, im just a little, ugly, fat, stupid, gay, piece of shit. Nobody loves you, aiden doesn't, Troye doesnt Thats when i did it. I dragged the knife over my skin. It started bleeding. As i just realised what i just did i started crying. The tears rolled down my face as i heard my mom screaming, 'Tyler, hunny? Were are you? She opend the door as she saw me. Sitting in the corner of my bathroom, my arm coverd in blood and my eyes al red and puffy because of the crying. She kneeled down as she just sat next to me giving me a big Hug saying that i would be allright. When she stood up i saw she had cryed too. We walked to the kitchen. And as we cleaned up my one cut i Said, 'never again.' When we were Done, My mom sighed and put me in bed like i was a little kid again she gave me a goodnight Kiss and Said she would stay the night and she would leave the next day. I imidetly fell Asleep, Thinking About Troye

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