Better Alone // Benson Boone (Romance Story)

Better Alone // Benson Boone (Romance Story)

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I started writing this on the 8th of January (I got inspiration from other fanfics) This is set in an apartment area where you live, there's this guy with curly brown hair with a mullet, and he glances at you now and then, but you never notice because you didn't really have feelings for him ("really" 😏) but then he finally makes a move.. your feelings start to grow for him, from time to time. He didn't like how you responded.. so he made a song about you... (istg if you say "But a mullet is an Aussie thing". nehnehnehenh, a mullet is a hairstyle)
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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