Some Strings Attached

Sexuel Tension? HAH!

"I SWEAR TO GOD OLIVER SIMON KEITH I WILL WRING YOUR NECK AND FEED YOU TO THE SHARKS!" I ran out of the shower holding my now brunette hair.

I found him lying on the couch, smirking at the t.v so I knew he was listening.

"So we're using full names now? Cool." He nodded.

"I WAS AT THE SALON YESTERDAY! NOW MY HAIR JUST LOOKS THE SAME AS IT DID!"

Incase your confused, while I thought he and I were on okay terms, I left the house to get some fast food. Of course while I was gone, he thought it'd be funny to fill my shampoo with chocolate brown hair dye. I think you know what happened from there.

"You look less like a pony now. You look... alright." he winked finally looking at me.

I scoffed, "Really you have to dye a girls hair in order to flirt?"

I choked and looked at me as if trying not to fall of the couch

"You think I'm flirting? HAHA!Oh no, Tobs,No. I am simply saying you look a little less alien now."

Thats enough.

"Stand up." I said walking up to him. He smirked knowingly and obliged, clearly not aware of what I was about to do.

Once he was a foot a way I punched him in the nose. Before he had a chance to react I kneed him in the

gut causing him to double over in pain. He was now leaning on me with his eyes clenched and groening.

"I swear Keith. Mess with me, you will never be able to reproduce." I patted him on the back and pushed him back on the couch.

"Oh, that'll be a problem Tobs, I guess we'll have to adopt." He said, his voice huskier than before.

"What?" I snapped,

"The sexual tension here is so thick I could cut through it with a spoon, and trust me, it is very difficult to cut things woth spoons."

"Shut the hell up please."

He groaned.

"What?!" I said sitting down on the sofa across from him.

"My balls are broken, as is my nose."

I chuckled, "Add those to the list."

"Of what?" he asked sitting up and facing me.

I smiled sweetly,

"Of things that broke of course silly, So far we have your brain, nose, junk and your dads condom.

"Oh and one more thing, your buying me some new shampoo." With that, I left the room.

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I was having an episode. Last night I didn't have anytime to take my medication, and today I was a little busy teaching a jerk a lesson. I was also on my period, Imagine it, a depressed person x2.

Why did I leave my mom? I am so selfish. She is forced to stay at a job she hates so she can pay for ME. If I could, I'd run away just hoping no one would come looking. No one would, I have no friends. My dad left my mom cause I was born, my best-friend killed herself because I wasn't good enough. Im not good enough. My tears spilled and I stood up. I was having an anxiety attack. Dead. Gone. Miserable. Because of me. She was supposed to be at my place, but she'd rather kill herself then that. I walked into the kitchen, not even caring where Oliver was.

I looked through the drawers, finally finding the knives. I picked one up to examine it. Maybe it is better to end it all. All the pain I caused everyone, they'd be relieved to find me dead.

"What the fuck are you doing."

I dropped the knife, which obviously had to cut my hand. I cried out fell to the ground. Focusing on breathing. I couldn't breath.

"Are you fucking crazy!? Do you know what a knife is?! I said spoon, SPOON. A knife is way to sharp to cut the tension!" He yelled picking up the knife and throwing it in the sink, being completely oblivious to my state. Blood started dripping of my hand and my breathing got harder.

"Now your bleeding. CRAP! ARE YOU HAVING A PANICK ATTACK?!" he said bending down to my level I kept looking at the ceiling.

"Hold your breath Toby." Oliver said holding my shoulders.

"I-Can't" I said feeling light headed.

"Dammit." then he crashed his hands over my mouth and nose. HE WAS KILLING ME! I screeched but the lack of air got to me so... I blacked out.

Ouch. My head hurt. A lot. I opened my eyes and felt better than before. I was back in my room, but, not alone.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I groaned.

"Tell you what?" I snapped.

"About your disease, and meds!"

He needed to shut the hell up now or...

"WELL IM SORRY WE HAVENT REALLY SAT DOWN YET TO SPEAK ABOUT OUR DEEPEST FEARS AND SECRETS! IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, LAST TIME WE SPOKE YOU WERE SUFFOCATING ME. SO SOOORRY!" Too late.

"Calm down Toby. Here." He handed me my meds and some water.

I softened and took them slowly.

"How'd you know?"

"I called your mum. Go to sleep. You can talk to me tomorrow if you want I guess." He said while I took my meds.

"Oh! Sorry for uh... suffocating you, I read somewhere your supposed to hold your breath, maybe I saw it in a show, but your okay so... okay, night." He shut the door and shut the lights before I could thank him. I said it anyway,

"Thank you for saving my life."

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UN-EDITED SORRYY