Bathroom Kisses - Brusnop "Danny! Danny! Where are you?" I yelled, looking for my best friend.More Like This
"You'll have to talk him out of coming out of the bathroom again." James said from his spot on our tour bus's couch.
"Yeah, again." I sighed as I realized Myca had left him. Again. Fucking bitch! Does she not realize the tenderness Danny had? He's not that hardcore, he's just a big softy.
"Danny?" I questioned knocking on the bathroom door.
"Go away, Ben!" He sobbed.
"Never, you bloody git!" I said, plopping down beside the door, my back to it.
"Please, Ben." My heart broke. He's really fragile, and people always take him for granted.
I love him.
I like him.
Tell anyone and I'll fuck you up.
"Daniel Worsnop, I'm not leaving until you let me in there and we talk about it."
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Who's David? -Part. 1-Who's David?More Like This
I know he lost interest in me long ago. But, I still tried to get his attention: I loved him too much not to try - too many people look at him.
'I know your pretty face gets you far with the guys.'
I held in a sigh when I saw him: dressed to impress, why wasn't I good enough? He touched up his make-up, "I love you." He muttered along with a 'goodbye'.
'But your make-up ain't enough to hide the lies!'
I said those four words back though, even if he ignored them - But then why did he say: "I'm yours."
'Are you sure that you're mine? Aren't you dating other guys?'
I let the sigh go when I heard the door close - I was no use sat around so I searched the house for something to do; I rose an eyebrow when I saw his cell phone - I picked up the device and found myself snooping. Nothing really shocked me...Until I came across a message from someone named David, "I know you are mine." Now I was worried: he'd mentioned a