Ink on the skin

Ink on the skin

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Look, I wasn't here for some grand adventure. I moved to New York, got lost a bunch of times, snapped my neck looking at pretty men on the daily, and somehow still managed to be late to work every single time. Life was normal-chaotic, but normal. And then one night, my friends dragged me to some play. I lost them in the crowd, made a wrong turn, and somehow ended up face-to-face with him. Milo Manheim. I wasn't a die-hard fan or anything, but I knew who he was. And apparently, he had no problem acting like we were besties. A quick chat, a picture, a moment that should've just been that-just a moment. But something about it stuck. I wasn't looking for anything special. But maybe New York had other plans. YES, these are very short chapters, just like the title, it's a diary. Sometimes they'll be longer, also, some are actually based in my experience living in New York💔. Important note in first chapterrrrr Another Important note : The beautiful girl in the cover is not me, I saw the video in tik tok and found the picture on Pinterest, the credit belongs to her, but I covered her face because I didn't feel comfortable putting it out here.
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My Teddy

The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}

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