“My mother always warned me about the drugs on the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat” –Anonymous
There was one word that could describe me and Michael, and that was toxic.
No matter what though, I always found my way back to him, no matter how much I didn’t want to. Call me pathetic, I don’t know, but when you’re in love; like really in love, you find there can’t be anything that pulls you away no matter how hard you try.
Maybe it was how he dyed his hair too much, and his dumb corny jokes, or the way his hazel green eyes would light up when they saw me, but Michael was a drug, and I was addicted.
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Toxic // m.c.
Fanfictiona story in which a girl moved to the big city to get away from her problems, only to run right back into them. -f
