ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ. ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ. ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

"ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ."

It's crazy, but it's true... There's nothing I won't do... I'd risk it all for you...

Story about a 18 year old Terion Douglas navigating his freshman year in college. Run ins with his jock roommate, roommate's friends and everybody going crazy over him, calling him fine and shii. What the helly?

| 𝐚𝐫 • 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐫 | 𝟏. 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE.)

𝐬𝐮𝐠·𝐚𝐫 /ˈ𝐒𝐇𝐨͝𝐨ɡə𝐫/ 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. Her lips were laced with sugar, and the moment he tasted them, he knew he'd never get clean again. Even in her sleep, he couldn't stay away. There was something about the sweetness of her breath, the way her lips parted like they were still whispering his name, even in dreams. She was warmth in a world that had gone cold. ༻༺ 𝐚·𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 /𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐡𝐳/ 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺. He smelled of cigarettes and sorrow. The cloud that clung to him was as thick and heavy as his hollow stare. She saw him almost every day. Same seat, same order, always the sweets. Never a word. Never a glance that lingered too long. And yet she couldn't look away. There was something about him. Something burned down and is still smoldering. Like the silence after a fire, and she wanted it. Wanted him. The way some people crave what's bad for them, like his cigarettes. ----- Cover by me DO NOT steal my story. All characters are fiction! Pictures included are not mine.

Just writing shit so... Just read!!!!!

𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲