The Social Misfits

The Social Misfits

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 24, 2014
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"You are fucked up asher" "Don't you think I know that Wednesday" "How could you do something so dumb, you herd your dad tell you that he'd take her" "She really wanted to go she asked me to what was I supposed to do say no" "She would still be here if you did" "DON'T YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW THAT I LOVED HER TO SHE WAS MY MOTHER" I yell slamming my fist into the shower wall and fall to my knees "I loved her too" I whisper burying my face in my hands
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I watched the water drip down his nose and onto his beautiful full lips. I craved the warmth of his touch. The rush of our connection. Regardless of how wrong it would be. I couldn't resist it any longer. I stepped closer, covering the flush of his cheeks with my hands to feel their heat and pressed my lips firmly against his until it hurt. Dylan gripped my waist and pulled me into him, sealing the space between us. I secured my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers through his soft, luscious hair. I didn't allow anything else to matter. Not the voice that told me this was wrong. Not the guilt. Not the warning that crashed through my head. I pushed it all away and let the desperate craving take over.

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