Historias de Strychnine

"c'mere" He said patting on his lap. I sat on his leg."I'm sorry" He whispered."For what?" I asked."For wanting you so bad". I wish I could tell him I do too. But I'm sorry Twitch."I'm sorry too." I blurted out. "Why?" He said. "Because I actually thought you mean it". " I do" He said quickly.

Having a friend like Twitch can make you wonder what's real and what's not. What if a pinch isn't enough to know you aren't dreaming? This is the story of the Saint, the Sinner and the love they share.

He was smart. The perfect, all American boy. Except he was crippled. She was beautiful. A goddess. But she was psychotic. Both were outcasts. And best friends. But he couldn't forget her issues. I guess he never realised he had an angel. Until he lost her. Forever.

I was bored today. First story: what if there was a world where the idiom, "What you don't know can't hurt you" was true? What if what you didn't know couldn't hurt you? After that, there're just weird random things. Also, this is my attempt at writing in second person. Don't judge too hard, but advice is welcome. And I guess in theory people could be offended by this? So don't be.