My Painted Boyfriend

My Painted Boyfriend

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This is a story of my lover that comes from a canvass that i painted.I initially treats him as mentally ill A.K.A. CRAZY stranger. I maybe don't like him first because he is so annoying but cute. But he save me from my Dark past experience which my parents died in car accident.He teach me everything.But as we grow our love more, we keep a promise to each other.I did not know that there's a time limit.Falling in love with him is prohibited.He may be exist as comes from a paper and paints.But from what i know, is that his heart never estimated to be as a paper but a paint that show us that life is perfect. We would sacrifice and do everything to transform him into a human.So we could be livin happily together.But if we fail to fulfilling a goal, one of us take consequence and will DIE.
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"Stop being so loud princess its 6 in the morning," he got up and put on his pants "Starring now our we princess?" he said cockily "Whats there to see?" I said sarcastically looking away. He walked up to me and moved my head to face him "Do I need to remind you about last night, princess?" I moved away from his hand and back up "No, I'm leaving" "Oh so soon," he said clearly trying to annoy me "Yes, I shouldn't have stayed, to begin with, and if you ever tell anyone about this I'll have your head." "Oo looks like I was wrong about you, you're, not a princess you're a queen, of hearts," he said smirking as I slammed the door and ran down the stairs and out the door and called Melissa as I started walking home. And I unknowingly left the key's to my motorcycle there along with my underwear!

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