The Mute Reporter

The Mute Reporter

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~on indefinite hiatus~ Trying to make it in this world as a reporter is hard enough even with a voice. It's practically laughable though trying to make it with none. But somehow I managed? God only knows how that happened. The downside that comes with it though is the stupid, arrogant, egotistical, loud mouth son of a bitch that I am forced to cover a story on. Garrett 'Jensen' Blackwell might as well be the end of me. Or so I thought at least. But that story was six years ago. Now? Not so much. TW- alcohol, mentions of S/A, some violence. ***For readers ages 18+***
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This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read. CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters *** "You good Keke?" I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips. "Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes. "Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack. "Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin. "Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world. "You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"

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