Smokingcigarettes Stories

Have you ever been accused of something you didn't do and you're left being a pariah in your hometown? No, well then you are a lucky bastard, because this is exactly what happened to me. I was framed and as luck would have it, my mom and dad believed me when I told them the truth and that truth was 'That I Was Framed'. I will clear our names. Yes, I did say ours. My best friend's dad was also framed and according to the town we are 'LOVERS', but we are totally not. My lover is totally and completely unexpected. Who framed us? Why did they frame us? Who is all involved? Find out how I go about clearing our names and who is behind it all... Oh, I totally forgot the most important thing, I'm Rian Evans and this is my totally confusing, very mysterious love story.

"Holy shit," was all the amber-eyed boy could muster as he stared at the back of his golden-eyed lover. Smoking. Drinking. Staring out at the skies and probably praying to whatever god's out there, "get me out of this hell." "Fucking hell." The other male mustered, finally noticing the raven's presence. ********** It's the first year of four years at college. All students aiming for a bachelor's degree. Aether and Lumine have it going pretty well. They're in relationships, they keep it to a PG-13 level, they have the best grades that even the nerdiest would ask for....and then their sister- "YOU HAVE A FUCKING YOUNGER SISTER?!" And suddenly, everything seems to stop going pretty well. But hey, Aether has PTSD, Lumine studies her sadness away due to depression, and Estelle's hospitalized because of pneumonia. ********** Class of 09 and Genshin do not belong to me, nor does the art. Only Estelle does, as she is a OC. There might be mentions of drug abuse, Nicole, Jecka, and other bullshit. Oh, and a transgender Class of 09 OC named Brenden (say hi Brenden you're the only man these girls can tolerate)...and Kylar (fuck that bitch named Kylar, but irl Kylars, I apologize.)

I'm getting afraid now. I am getting afraid coz I feel like my personality is changing everyday and it affects the whole of me. That's why I chose not to be in a relationship because I am afraid that if I get to happy or get too sad or too hurt I would forget myself. Scared that maybe one day even me would no longer name myself. Pero paano kung sa tuwing pipikit ang iyong mata ay nakikita mo ang sarili mo sa isang madilim na lugar at tanging anino lang ng isang taong may hawak ng kandila ang nandoon. Kilala mo ba sya? Parte ba siya ng buhay mo? O baka siya ang gabay mo para maging banayad ang emosyon mo sa sarili mo? Sino ba sya? O sino ka ba talaga?