"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭?"
𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍, the look of daydreams washed behind Burnage's record store, a school girl with the ink to the papers of divine stardom compressed by unworldly fate.
𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑, the paragon of parallelism to her teenage-hood, the whispering muse behind those inks, a hypnotised boy immersed in intoxicating love and music.
1993, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.
CONTENT WARNING: explicit displays of language, sex, violence, and substance abuse.
"What are you doing here?" He asked from his place at the doorway.
"Where? In your house? In your neighborhood?" Bradi questioned, unfolding one of her shirts and hanging it up in the closet.
"In my state," Cash answered, walking towards Bradi.
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When adults told you to, "never meet strangers online," they meant the ones who could kidnap you, not the ones with blonde hair and blue eyes who live in LA.
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started: March 17, 2020
ended: December 4, 2020