Back With the Boys

Back With the Boys

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Once Upon A Time
"Why are you here? What do you want" I asked. Of course, I already knew what he wanted. Although there were many reasons why he should be here, only one was a valid motive - the rest were just empty hope. Narrowing his eyes, he shook his head at me slightly. "Don't. Don't pretend you don't know exactly why I'm here." he spoke lowly, and slowly as he threw his cigarette stump onto the floor and crushed it underneath his foot. "No, I want to hear you say it, Andreas" as I spoke I stepped closer to him until we were only inches away from eachother. "Say it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I gazed up at him for what felt like hours, but infact was probably only minutes, until he finally stepped away. He was muttering under his breath furiously as he ran a hand through his hair over and over again. He always did this when he was nervous or angry. Although I couldnt hear exactly what he was saying, I knew it was probably about me. And not nice things, either. Once upon a time, it might have hurt me to hear him talk about me in this way, but not anymore. I didn't care for him anymore. I haven't care for any one of them for two years and three months. Not that I was counting or anything. Andy stopped mumbling and turned to me, looking me straight in the eye. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes showed it pained him to say the words which next escaped his lips. "Damnit, Beau...We need you." ------------- Boheme needed an escape route. She needed to get out. They said she'd never be allowed back in. Boheme thought that this was for the best. But now, two years later, her past is catching up with her. And Boheme is going to get back with the boys.
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"I don't think you know who you're fucking with." He said simply not dropping the gun as the veins stuck out from below the skin of his bare arm. "I've killed people before." He laughed under his breath "I've killed lots of people before, what makes you think that I wouldn't kill you right now." "I think that if you actually wanted me dead, you would have killed me a long time ago." I replied without thinking. "You don't scare me." I lied "I know guys like you, they pretend to be all tough but deep down they're actually soft and mushy, like a little marshmallow" my words came out like vomit. What am I saying, he has a gun he could kill me, I really shouldn't be testing him but I couldn't help myself, I always knew my smart ass mouth would get me killed one day. God, today is that day. "I know girls like you." He started as he completely brushed off my insult "They get drunk at parties, and listen to the lies some fuck boy tells just to get pussy, you girls then believe those lies and jump on top of his dick like it the only one in the world, said fuck boy then pulls up his zipper and goes out to find Amanda the girl he's in love with, leaving you to wonder the streets drunk and used until you find yourself in a doughnut shop alone, incapable of standing on your own two feet." He half smiled "So what did he tell you? Lemme guess, he loved you, Right? That's the famous one." He shrugged, still holding the gun. My heart filled with hurt as I stood before him, I felt a lump in my throat as tears began to glisten up my bright hazel eyes but I quickly pushed it down. I was hurt by his words not because it was entirely true but because parts of it were. ****** •Language.

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