//BLAIRS POV\\
"not now, dan, im mourning the loss of my sweet baby ryry just leave me alone to write my poetry." I say as Dan firmly wraps his arms around me, breathing hot, garlicky breath into my ear and down my neck.
"But Blair," he moans, massaging the top of my head with our favourite anti-balding cream, "he never loved you, I'm your one and only, not that rampant teenager. He hated you, you should see the things he tweets about you on his private account." He said chuckling quietly to himself.
This hurt more than when my mother spiked my hair up as a child, 'carrot boy' is what they'd chant at school, taunting me with it daily. Actually no. This hurt more than when I let ryry wax my precious down below jewels. My sweet baby ryry. Mine, not jordi's, or anybody else's. A hot anger boils from deep within my stomach. How dare he say such a thing, I would never let the boys have their own private account, they wouldn't dare.
Standing up suddenly, and knocking back the cheap, plastic chair that ryry, the boys and I brought when we first moved in I turn to face Dan.
"How dare you say those things. My sweet baby child ryry would never, ever do anything like that, or even dare say such a thing about me." I say, spitting, waddling closer to him until our bald foreheads meet and our lips are almost touching. "Ryry was mine and always wi-" I was cut off by his lips being pressed firmly on mine.
I'm not sure why, but I didn't push him off, he tasted like garlic- and mint, which admittedly was a very interesting, yet disgusting combination. I didn't ever want this. I never wanted Dan, but now I do. Now I want him more than anything else.
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Daniel Halawi & Blair Dreelan fanfiction
HumorI guess all the description needed is really in the title.. {{FYI these events may or may not have happened IRL}}
