Wtway Stories

The party throbbed like a dull ache-loud, obnoxious, a migraine with bass. His peers' voices rose in a chant-'Pass it here, you're hogging it!' The words grated like nails on a chalkboard, far from the camaraderie they pretended to be. Tord's social battery was shot. Maybe it was the last rip of a bong, or the dawning realisation that despite the crowded room and tipsy girls asking to hear what swear words sounded like in Norwegian, it felt lonely. Every smell of spilt booze, bump of another body or couple kissing in Tord's way drove him dangerously close to puking or punting something. Actually, punching someone sounded like a fantastic idea. Where the hell was Tom?

A collection of thoughts and letters to Jordan. All the things he could never say, everything he wished he hadn't. Questions that will never be answered, and a man who will never be found. Sincerely, Damien ---------------------------------------- This is my second fanfiction for WTWAY, this one is more of Damiens journal. (currently working on an original cover) Characters and original storyline by @KippFicc

This is just madness from my AU. Where you can ask the characters things, watch them do dumb crap. Being in normal scenarios... And if they die, you can see them not be dead! *Side glances Jordan* We wait young ones... Feel free to ask (Please ask) Send in opinions and all that.