+ Positively Negative - | Freddie & Joey

+ Positively Negative - | Freddie & Joey

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VOTE and I will love you forever (and a day?)--<3 The story of Freddie and Joey. //Anyone currently adding this to their library or reading, please look on my profile for the latest version (Positively Negative [Rewrite] as it is much more developed in character and story, and has a lot more flavour(?) to it! Of course, you can read this too if you would like 😌\\ When worlds crumble and fall, who are you going to hold on to? And, most importantly, despite what you thought, what you were so sure of and who you had faith in, who is holding onto you? Freddie is damaged goods, and Joey's a confused homophobe. Can 'Love' really get them through depressing memories, uncertain relationships, difficult family members and growing obstacles that get in their way? Well. Read and find out... [Gaawsh, I couldn't help it! makes it sound more ~~dun dun DUUNN~ doncha think?] Tehe, original slash! <3 EN-friggin'-JOY Mkay? {Homosexuality included -everywhere- xD} If you don't like/agree, don't read. Please and thank you! :) <3 May le big cheese be with you. ^-^
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Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

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