Yeah, sure we have our obsessions but doesn't that make us more creative and frisky that way?
I mean, you don't have to believe us but that's just the way we are.
I guess high school never ends?
Warning: contains strong language, sexual content and drug abuse.
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When I kissed him for the one hundredth time, I still felt the same feeling that I have felt many times before. Not the feeling of sparks flying, not the feeling of fireworks, but the feeling of gunshots right inside my own stomach.