Little Red

Little Red

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Before my friend past away, he saw I had a liking towards coming up with stories. He didn't care if they were good or not. He just cared that I had a positive way of expressing myself and releasing anger. He has been gone for about a year since this has been written. This little red notebook means the world to me and I never felt confident in showing it to anyone because I wanted him to be the first to see it. He gave me this notebook on August 8th, 2017. This notebook consists of little stories that I think of as I go throughout my day. Most are very short because I could never stay focused on one thing for too long. I don't expect this to really reach many people, I'm just doing it because I have a feeling he would want me to. This is in no way to be taken seriously
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[COMPLETED] [Warning: Strong language used throughout the book.] He put his hand over my notebook and the other over mine. I glared up at him, his golden brown eyes catching my attention. "I can't write like this," I pointed out. "Is this all you care about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. "Not this specifically, but yeah, I care about my grades." Ryan smirked. I swallowed nervously but refused to break my stoic expression. He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it felt like it might break out and fall on the table between us. His mouth was right by my ear, and I could feel his warm breath when he spoke which sent shivers down my spine. "Well, aren't you a little a scholar?" *** The only things Alex Moris ever cared about were his grades and his sister. However, when the boy his sister likes, Ryan Smithe, makes things complicated and causes him to feel things he's never felt before, Alex realizes that, maybe, there's more important things in life than grades and scholarships. [Word Count: 40,216] [BoyxBoy] ~#14 in the "BoyxBoy" tag on 3/5/2019~ ~#14 in the "love" tag on 12/28/2018~ ~#8 in the "lgbt" and "lgbtq" tags on 1/4/2019~ ~#1 in the "loveislove" tag on 1/12/2019~ ~#31 in the "romance" tag on 2/10/2019~ ~#2 in the "BxB" tag on 3/9/2019~

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