(on hold) Love Equals Addiction-$uicideboy$ Fanfiction

(on hold) Love Equals Addiction-$uicideboy$ Fanfiction

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"Stay the fuck here till we leave, you understand?" the man nodded. His gun still pointing to the driver, Scott kicked the motionless body with his foot and then we were running away. I didn't look back. Aristos grabbed my hand as we ran faster. I felt cold sweat around my neck, my body shaking as I tried to catch a breath so I wouldn't collapse. All I could see was the bleeding body that I saw lying near my feet. Sometimes love may be worse than any addiction, making you do things for your loved one that you wouldn't do for any other human being. And Danielle Amara Moore will soon find out how it's true. Follow her journey along with Scott Anthony Arceneaux and Aristos Norman Petrou along their shows, tours and the dangerous streets of New Orleans.
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"You're insane!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. I instantly whirled around, clutching two cigarettes and a wine bottle. "You can't go around telling people shit like that!" "Yes, I'm insane! I'm fucking crazy! But everything I do is because of you." I closed the distance between us with just a few steps. Dropping the wine bottle by my feet, which shattered into a million pieces and flooded the white carpet, I placed both of my hands on her cheeks. She was too stunned to move, obviously not expecting that outbreak. Glass protruded from my exposed foot and dug into Andrea's legs but we didn't notice. The stinging pain didn't exist. It was just us, this moment, this feeling- this amazingly, suffocating feeling. It was just us. The cigarette smoke was curling around her ear as I stared at her. "You make me crazy. But I love being crazy because it's you that makes me that way. You make me absolutely insane, but I love you. So please, just let me love you because I don't know what I'd do without my crazy."

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