The Unknown Benefits of Acne
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  • Reads 846
  • Votes 89
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 44m
Complete, First published Dec 11, 2019
Since seventh grade, Oliver Burgess has had bad acne. Like, very bad acne. The constant reminder of it from himself, and several peers, was enough to make him extremely embarrassed of it, to wish he'd have perfectly clear skin, to think he was just ugly with it. If everyone just thought it was ugly and gross, what good could ever come of it? He doubted even his best friend of over a decade, Riley McSwain, could make him feel any better about the red bumps all over his face.

To put it frankly, he never should have doubted her.

(Note: this is a short, fast-paced story, centering solely around the two main characters and their story).
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Let Me Explain

29 parts Ongoing Mature

"You're quiet." Easton took notice of my usual demeanor, recognizing that being quiet or detached wasn't something that I normally was. "Because I'm in a car with a stranger." He glanced over, left hand still resting on the steering wheel as his brown eyes met mine for a short second. "Do you kiss strangers?" "You kissed me." "You kissed me back." "I didn't want to be rude." I lied, knowing I liked it. I also knew that my response would irritate him, so I kept my eyes on him. The passing streetlights illuminated his features, allowing me to analyze and read every reaction that would become visible. A smile touched his lips as his tongue pressed the side of his mouth. He turned to meet my eye when we stopped at a red light. "That's why you moaned in my mouth, right?" I paused, being caught off guard as words weren't able to form in my mouth. Instantly, I broke eye contact with him as I switched my gaze to the windshield, staring straight. "What?" A teasing smile still playing across his lips. "Is this situation suddenly not funny anymore?" **********