A Little Less Lonely Now (boy)²

A Little Less Lonely Now (boy)²

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"As if being shoved into a locker wasn't the worst thing that's happened, I have just been shoved into the oldest, moldiest, smelliest locker in the whole school. The only beams of light comes through the three horizontal lines at the top of the locker, and all they did was show me how much dust had been aroused when I was thrown in this nasty high school locker. Great, now my asthma is going to act up. I lost my glasses at the bottom of this disgusting locker, and this is one of the rare time I was glad I was small enough to crouch down in this tiny space to retrieve them. Wait a minute. What in the world is digging into my back? Usually all the books are torn out by the stupid jocks so that they can just squish me in more. I guess they missed one. Oh well. It's not like this little detail matters. They are just going to throw me in another locker if I ask. Now the real question is, How am I getting out of here?"
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Theo People say that love brings out the best in you and I guess their partially right. But as for myself, well that's a different story. Love brought out the good, the bad, and the ugly with in me. It's a little ironic, don't you think? That something as beautiful and seemingly pure as love can be twisted and manipulated into something so unbearably grotesque ... dark. Love in whatever form, whether it's pure or dark is all consuming and that in itself is beautiful, right? And it's really just all a game. It has to be. But I've been losing it for so long to the supposed love of my life, my everything, my...brother. I've never really been able to handle losing and it was killing me. He was killing me in this awful...beautiful game of love and I just...lost it. This game was turning into a war. A war I had to win. A war of hearts. [Warning: this story contains mature content, graphic scenes, violence, sexual situations, explicit language, drug use, boy on boy love and a whole lot of other stuff that may make you uncomfortable. So if you can't handle it bye bye however if your staying I really hope you enjoy my first story.] © shutup345 ™ 2015 ® All Rights Reserved The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that is shall not be reproduced or re transmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. A single copy of the materials available in this story may be made, solely for personal, noncommercial use. Individuals must preserve any copyright or other notices contained in or associated with them. Users may not distribute said copies to others, whether or not in electronic form or hard copy, without prior written consent of the copyright holder of the materials.

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