Bad Crowd (Fanfic)
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It wasn't that he was bad, he hung out with a bad crowd.... He had tattoos all over his arms and a lip piercing, but I knew he wasn't like that. Then there was me, I wore a high pony tail everyday for school and some old shirts advertising a 90's band.... And somehow , he was one of the most beautiful humans in the world. Or atleast I thought.
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