Poor Debra

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This is the story of love, hatred, queers and death.
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This is a bullsh*t story that my friend Maelo and I made up.  Enjoy~~~Todos los derechos reservados

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He's been off since theater. Not saying much. "Seb, what's wrong?" I ask gently. "There's something I think I need to tell you," he answers meekly. I stop scrubbing the rose case with Windex and go to the edge of the stage. We sit together, our feet dangling off the edge. "I-I need to tell you about a lot of things," he starts. "Okay, I'm listening," I reply. Why am I so scared? When Carlos has a problem, he goes to Seb and Seb takes comfort in fixing them. Carlos trusts Seb... but for some reason he feels as if it isn't the same the other way around. Seb's been keeping secrets, and Carlos needs to find out what they are. He thinks the secrets are hurting Seb, not just mentally, but physically, too. Seb is brave and will probably refuse "Seb, honey, you can't just brush off stuff like this," Carlos corrects me. He sits by me. "You can't just let people hurt you all the time and then go forgive them like it's nothing!" "And why not?" I ask calmly. "B-because-" Carlos stutters. He looks away. "Because then..." "Seb's a good person. The best out of all of us," Big Red comments. I blush. "I don't know. I just always try my best to do the right thing." But at that moment, a thought hits me like a rock to the head. Keeping secrets from Carlos isn't the right thing. I need to tell him the truth. Soon. Seb's been getting bullied, and is having a hard home life. He wants to look brave, but he knows he really needs Carlos. After one painful event at school, Carlos snaps. ¡IMPORTANT! HERE ARE THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS BOOK: - Drunkenness - Bullying, both mental and physical - Intense parts - Minor gore - Sadness (but it gets better :3) - Fluff DOES NOT INCLUDE - Smut (i refuse to write smut) - Cussing (I also refuse to write the language, although I might say that someone Written by Story_Weaver_April Pride banners image from Gocase. Cropped and edited. And also I added the text.

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