*So I plan to put some smut in this story. I'm not kidding this time. So, if you can't handle things like that... don't read this pls.*
One minute your just talking, another moment your making out in an alley.
Your relationship with him is complicat...
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Oh yeah sorry I was kidding about the whole fire to Vatican City... I was kidding. So that's canceled in case you thought... I'm so sorry :(!
It's late at night, and I feel... sick. Every time I look in the mirror... I just see a sick brain who can't be healed.
Why did I agree to this..? Why did I even talk to Stephen..? He's so... crazy.
Not even in a good way. Well... a bit in a good way.
But why am I here..? I feel kind of bad. Like I did so many irreversible things wrong.
So many families and people are sad. Because of me and Stephen...
I mean, I'm an animator. I didn't even have to talk to Stephen. But I did anyways. And I guess that was my mistake.
...
He's a psychopath... Does he even like me?! What the hell... I feel like I shouldn't be here.
I put on a black, Lacey, dress with a hoodie on top. I go outside and walk towards houses. I knock on the door of one.
A woman opens it. She has bags under her eyes and I hear people in the background. "Um... hello ma'am.." I smile.
"If your another one of those door to door salesmen, I ain't interested." She mumbles.
"No. I just wanted to say I'm sorry about your son... I saw it on the news." I say.
"I don't think he killed himself." She whispers. Oh shit... "I think someone killed him and left a note. Y'know." She grumbles. I nod.
"But whoever did this I will murder them." She yells. I nod and look down. "You shouldn't be out here to late." She adds. "Yeah... yeah I know." I mumble. There's silence and I leave.
I see a little boy outside. He gives me a judgmental stare.
I walk down the dark streets but I hear footsteps behind me. "What the hell Y/n?! I thought someone Fucking stabbed you!!" I hear Stephen say.
"What do you mean?! You're such a horrible person!!! You're a good for nothing psychopath with no reaction or guilt for your actions!! Your fucking crazy!" I scream.
He just looks confused. "There's something wrong with me and I can't control it! I mean, shit I'm hella depressed!! I just need something to numb the pain!!" He yells back.
"I know I'm good for nothing!! I know! I know I'm crazy! I know I'm a psycho!! And people eventually turn on me because of that!" He adds.
"Just like you! You'll never understand me!" ...
He puts his hood up and runs back to his place. Fine. I don't care. If anything, he can go die.
I get in my car and drive home. My home. It feels... weird. I haven't been here for a while.
I go upstairs and get changed. I realize I'm wearing Stephens hoodie over my dress... ... I take it off.
I take off my black dress too, and wear something comfy. I flop onto bed.
How could I ever talk to him?! I knew it from the start. I knew he wasn't good. Yet I liked him.
...
Well. My mistake.
[flashbacc] "But Jonathan, Emily, and Brian all betrayed you. I'm not like that, I swear to god I will kill them for you." He says, kinda worked up.
I giggle. He grabs my waist and pushes me against a wall. I feel his lips touch mine.
"HOLY SHIT THATS THE GUY WHO STABBED CARL!" I hear.
"Yeah we should probably get out of here." He says, pulling up his hoodie.
[present]
Keep it out of your head. Go the fuck to sleep Y/n.
[Flashbacc] A dangerous looking man walks up to us and I freeze. I see he has a blunt object in his pocket. Stephen takes note of that too.
"Okay let's make this quick how many grams you want?" He asks us.
I give Stephen a look. I know if we dont say anything he'll stab us.
"6." Stephen says without thinking.
We walk out of there.
"Stephen you just bought crack." I laugh.
[Present day]
That's not even a good memory. Just him being a criminal.
[Flashbacc once again]
I wake up, and I'm in Stephens arms. I check my phone. It's 1:00 AM.
Stephen seems to take notice and just pulls me in more.
"I actually do love you though." He whispers.
I bury my face into his chest.
"Yeah you too." I say.
"But don't be doing drugs when I wake up, I still don't trust you." I laugh.
[present day]
I start to fall asleep. It feels different I guess.
