Two is better than one

Two is better than one

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!!****THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING CONTENT***!!! ¥¥¥¥ A girl-boy-girl relationship Sex scenes Profanity Drug/alcohol abuse Fighting Interracial relationships Crazy people Tattoos Amber in the beginning is stuck between choosing. So with help she decides two is better than one... "Maybe you don't have to choose." Parker speaks up. I look up at him wiping away my tears. "What how Park?" I ask. "Maybe we could all be together." Brooke says. "Huh? that doesn't make sense." "Well instead of a couple we could be a group .?" Brooke says. "How?" "We all are in a relationship we both date you and eachother and the same for you." Parker says walking closer to me. "That sounds. . . Nice. so how would it work?" I ask looking at both of them. "Well you'll just be with both of us. You have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. But that's it. Nobody else understood?" Parker tells me. I nod my head yes. Then he bends down and swoops me into a kiss. Then when he pulls away Brooke pulls me into a kiss. Then we all get into bed tangled together.
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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