Well, That's a Thing

Well, That's a Thing

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 29, 2018
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Romance
Your typical middle school romance. Well, maybe. This story is framed by two boys' struggles to survive eighth grade. Oh, and I mean survive literally. With death threats haunting one of them, and questions being hurled at the other the only thing that can save them now is... a sharpie. Did you think I was going to say "Love"? Pfffft. Nah, bro. What kind of story do you think this is? Bullies. Lover girls. Death threats. Teachers. Fandoms. Gangs. None of these things could ever separate these two (one came pretty damn close to though( *cough* Fandoms *cough*)).
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We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.

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