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Familiarity
I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.Complete
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ✷ chris sturniolo ⌞ ✓ ⌝
── ❛ well, come and get it now come and get it now baby, show me what you're doing come and turn around ❜ ⋆˚࿔ ⌗ christopher sturniolo x fem!oc ❪ COMPLETED ! ❫ ⋆˚࿔ prequel to 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦. social media x irl au - ──────────────────── 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ╱ chris sturniolo has always been a player at heart, but this finally changes when he falls for mikayla doe, who is unfortunately his best friend's little sister. it was just supposed to be a simple fake relationship to entertain the fans and help nate protect his little sister from the weird guys at somerville high. but that all changes, and the two struggle to come to terms with these newly developed feelings, previously hidden by petty arguments and childhood memories. ── .✦ ❝ i'm more than just his little sister, y'know... ❞ ❝ yeah, you're everything. ❞Complete
Why do you hate me so much?
You and Roman are at the same college. You don't really have an easy time opening up to people but you nevertheless thought that you had found a friend in Roman, only to learn otherwise as you overhear him telling his friends that he's the opinion of having fulfilled his dare of becoming friends with you to it fullest. Your world is crashing down as you had really thought that you could trust him. Please note that this story has 3 versions with 3 different outcomes. The beginning and middle of that story is always the same but since I have been asked to write a fluffy ending instead of the really angsty one as well, here's the different endings: angsty - no suicide (Version 1), completely angsty - suicide (Version 2) and fluffy happy end(Version 3)Complete
𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ━━ 𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘛 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘖
✈ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥Complete
I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.
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