(Prequel and eventual sequel to Toying With My Sanity, so go read that first if you already haven't) He was the outcast of his class. Frankly, he didn't mind all that much. He didn't deserve to call them his friends, so he'd just root for them on the sidelines where he belonged. There was one person he couldn't help b...
You were never good at interacting with others, giving them a blank stare or ignoring them completely, the closest thing you've ever felt love was towards your toys. However, that didn't stop you from catching the eye of a certain luckster, who would do anything to see you show any type of emotion.
WARNING NOT FOR FAINT HEARTED!! TW WARNING ON THIS STORY! IS BASED IN 1980s(sees for not putting this earlier) DONT READ IT IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF IK THIS STORY IS BAD I HATE IT TOO! STOP READING AND SHUT YA TRAP! STOP LEAVING HATE COMMENTS! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT KINDA SHIT Y/N Harrington...