my drawings

my drawings

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these are MY drawings if i find someone else claiming to own them (haha never gonna happen they're not that good ) i will find out where they live and you know what im not going into detail lets just say there will be a lot of blood k enjoy(maybe? hopefully?) VOTE PLZ
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"Wait!" She yanked at her arm, but he just tightened his grip and stepped closer to her. "You...? You're the girl from last night?" Even though she had already acted guilty, she still attempted to maintain a straight and innocent face. "What girl? What are you talking about?" He paused for a second, his eyes roaming her face with such intensity that she squirmed and blushed under his piercing gaze. "You're lying," he decided with narrowed eyes. She finally ripped her arm from his grasp and growled, "What's it matter to you, anyway?" He didn't seem to have an answer for that, and his hand immediately sought out the back of his neck in sheepish unease. "I...Look I didn't mean to scare you away last night," he finally settled on. He dropped his raised arm, and shoved both of his hands deep in his jean pockets. She couldn't help but notice that a slight tinge of red covered his high cheekbones. Beverly crossed her arms, and replied, "You didn't." "Well then why'd you run?" **** Sometimes he can't sleep. Sometimes she paints the town. On the one night that Beverly Banks and Landon Ford bump into each other, they realize that they don't always have to wander the 2 AM streets alone. Sometimes they like to have company. Sometimes they hold hands under the glow of flickering lampposts. Sometimes they cling to each other. Sometimes their love is so vibrant, even the walls color. Three-shot.

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