"He wore these black skinny jeans with a slit looking cut in the knees of them.
Then he would wear band tees, some he cut off the sleeves to show off his muscles. That drove me insane. But a good insane.
But he's gone now. He won't talk to me, answer my calls or texts.
I talked to his band mates. They say he's a mess...
...But so am I."
I try to hold back my tears but it isn't easy with everything that has happened.
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Trapped |c.h.|
Fanfiction"Kins, wait, Please don't leave, I love you so much" "No Cal your actions weren't because you loved me but because you didn't want me anymore. You were probably just bored"