Blue and Red (OC Story)

Blue and Red (OC Story)

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Blue, a color associated with sadness, and depression. One boy by the name Noah. Loved the color blue. He had bark blue hair and loved to wear the color blue. He was different then your everyday dream boat. He was a small boy with a heart of gold. He had a big brother and one mother. His father die when he was very young. No one talks a about his father, because his mother is still very depressed by the death. A boy named Duke lived right acrosse the street from Noah. Duke had pure red hair. He has well, he had a bit of a problem. He was fighting heavy depression. His favorite color was red. Everyone thinks red means love, madness, and passion. But that doesn't effect anything for poor Duke. Hello I'm Lapiz, and this is a OC story so yeah.... Also it's a gay story. So if you don't like that, leave.
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This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

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