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It Will Always End up being Hurt (BoyxBoy)
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Ongoing, First published Apr 29, 2016
I arrived at Kherby's home and Kherby is still fast asleep, I got out of the car and thinking I would carry Kherby in bridal style but I stop when I open the other door staring of his face. I couldn't help being stunned by his cuteness and some reason I really like to kiss him right now. I shake my head to remove that thought away my head but it didn't help. I just leaned closer to him and kiss him and the feeling of our lips being attached is like a volcano have just erupted with butterflies not lava. When I pulled out Kherby have awoken by his deep sleep, its like the disney movie Sleeping Beauty and my eyes widen also I panicked inside. What would he say?? Would he hate me? Did he feel that I'm kissing him? Ughhh too many questions in my head right now. Kherby just looked at me with confused in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked...


P.S. - I don't know if this story is too cliché for you guys and I apologize in advance if this have too many grammatical and spelling error...
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