Grimm and Disney

Grimm and Disney

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"My story isn't as great as it started and I do not know how the hell is it going to end, but I know that I'd like to include you in it. No matter what." Andy spoke and tears falls down from his cheek. "I do not care what and how it started or where this story of us is leading, all I knew is that I wanted you, needing you, all of you." I replied to him and hold his chin up to see his face. "You are my favourite brunette, you know that?" I said, teasing him. He giggled as he replied. "I know you do, Ginger boy. And I..." Our stories is our life and the way it progress is on how we act on real life. But these chances was taken away from tragedies we do not wish for. When pages torn, and when inks runs dry, how can you write the story of your life? Are you willing to seek help? To collaborate on it? Or to write it alone in vain? Let Andy and Alec Share their story with you! This is Grimm and Disney
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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