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Dude, what the hell? I haven't seen you in like almost two weeks, then you show up, say all that, and just leave again?
You
Yes, basically. - SH
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Where are you?
You
Doesn't matter. - SH
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Yes it does!
You
Why? - SH
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Because I'm worried about you.
You
Then don't. - SH
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I can't just turn it off.
You
I have to go, bye. - SH
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No wait where are you???
Sherlock put his phone in his pocket and walked to the nearest busstop.
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Castiel's last class got canceled but he had to wait untill Gabriel's class was over because he was his ride home. He decided to go back to the footballfield and sit against the wall.
He wanted to read a book but had trouble focussing while reading because only one thought would cross his mind.
He took his notebook out of his bag and decided to do something he hadn't done in a while, hoping to distract his mind. He flipped trough the pages untill he found one that was still empty. He took his pen and began writing.
'I shouldn't say, never say a word. A secret hidden, from the entire world. I have a reason, even though I seem to have forgotten how it went. All I remember is, it's better kept a secret.' Castiel stared at his poem for a while. He knew it wasn't his best poem, far from it, but something about it made him like it. In a way he related to it. He decided to keep writing.
'Whispers lurking in the dark, waiting for their signal to come out. I tell them to wait, but they became impatience and started to shout. "Let us see! Let us be seen by the people from the light! And don't worry about the judging eyes, for eyes can't hurt us and judgement can't bite"'
Again not one of his best, yet Castiel kept staring at his notebook. He wasn't dumb. He knew what his poems were about. He just didn't wanna admit it. He didn't even knew why. 'Everyone would be fine with it, right?' Castiel thought, 'Gabriel wouldn't mind. How could he? The rest of the family probably wouldn't but who even cares about the rest of the family, Gabriel didn't. And Amy would be fine with it, right? And who even cares about the others. Yeah, there is no reason to hide it. Maybe I should-" Castiels trail of thoughts got cut off by his phone making a sound. He looked at his screen, it was a text from Gabriel, saying he is waiting for Castiel in his car.
Castiel put his notebook back in his backpack and stood up, completely ignoring everything he was thinking about only seconds before.
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( hya, first, yea the phonenumber i know lmao. also, pls excuse the bad poetry, castiel might be a poet but i am not. also, yea i edited turdles last chapter a bit to continue the story which i know was against the whole thing about this story but i had to lmao i couldnt continue writing. also also, idk why im writing this cus im still pretty sure nobody actually reads this story cus like why is nobody commenting and also wattpads statistics thing is broken anyway so idk yEet. good luck turdle also sawry for the chapter editing, u agreed to it but i still feel bad lmao )
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