{A Chase Atlantic Love Story} (Soon to be tv show!)
"We were just uhm...you know talking." he stammered.
"Yeah" Clint said venom lacing his voice. "talking."
"Talking about what exactly?" Chris asked with the same amount of venom.
They were qu...
Ain't no white horse, white had her doing back flips
I ain't keeping scores, I think it's ordinary
But watch, I'm keeping yours, they say "the more, the merry"
They told me "never trust a bitch, " I told them "more than fair-y"
Put that molly on her tongue, she said "extraordinary"
You're too late
Had your girlfriend at my house for two days
Should be obvious the reason she stayed with me
Build a rocket ship, throw bricks in ya face, yeah, oh
You're too late
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"Andi! Andi wake up please!" I felt myself being shaken, there was a light coming towards me and it was coming fast.
"Andi!" I opened my eyes to see Chris leaning over me, when he saw my eyes open he breathed out a breath. "Oh, thank fucking god!"
"Clint! Clint she's awake!" I turned my head to see Mitch sitting up against the wall holding his side.
I sat up. "Where's Angeline?"
Mitch pointed next to me, turning I jump into Chris, there laid Angeline ankles tied to her wrists, with tape over her mouth, from how her features looked earlier they worsened, she looked possessed.
She was staring up at me with demonic like eyes, and she didn't blink not once, and I couldn't seem to tear my eyes off her.
Chris turned my face to him by my chin, my eyes meeting his. "It's alright, she can't get to you, your safe."
I looked down at our close proximity, he looked too. "Oh, shit I'm sorry I forgot." he started to pull away, but I haven't had the comfort of a hug in weeks, I pull him back. "No, please don't let go."
He wraps his arms around me and pulled me close, without realizing I felt warm streaks fall down my cheeks, soon enough I was silently crying into his neck.
"Shh, it's all over now Peaches, it's over."
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A month later I was standing in the kitchen of the apartment I now bunk with Ghost, since he's been couch diving for the past two years.
I flipped the burnt pancake over onto the plate feeling somewhat accomplished with my cooking, Ghost stumbles in with a night's worth of drinking on his face.
