The Boys in the Tower Chapter 1The rain beat steadily against the window pane making the glass vibrate. A sudden gale made the window shudder loudly, startling Joe out of a weird dream. Though it wasn't so much of a dream as it was a series of weird images. A girl in all white sitting under a tree, fire and thick black smoke swirling in the air, two young boys, a winding stair case and roses. Lots of red and white roses.More Like This
With a sigh Joe rubbed his eyes, looked out at the pouring rain and glanced at his clock. 7:13 a.m. Might as well get up for school.
“Man,” Joe mumbled pulling on some pants. “Will it ever stop raining?”
New York rains were often like this; a light drizzle at noon and an hour later heavy down pour that lasted until the next day or so. This rain had been going on for three days straight and it was starting to drive Joe nuts. Neither Sam nor Fred (his two best friends in the world) had felt like coming over during this down pour so it was school, homework, t.v., dinner, and the
A Letter - FrUKDear Stupid Frog,More Like This
I hate you. I hate everything about you.
You're a bloody pervert. You know just the right spots to make me moan louder.
Just because I'm bad at cooking, doesn't mean you make good food. So stop waking up extra-early on Sunday to make me my favourite breakfast. Even if it is one of the most delicious things I've ever tasted.
You're such a pansy. If we fight about something, you always end up backing off, even if we both know you're right, just so that I don't look stupid or anything.
You're weak, but you protect me anyway. That one day in the park, yeah, don't think I forgot. I remember how that guy tried to kidnap me when I fell asleep and you walked off to the bathroom for a little bit. You don't know how to fight. Yet you tried to beat him up, and you ended up getting beat up anyway, just for me.
You're a stupid hopeless romantic. Every day, you write a new romantic thing on the dumb whiteboard in my favourite colour of pen.
You don't stop saying things in Fr
Love is Blind - 2P!America x Shy!Blind!ReaderBeing blind made her vulnerable. Innocent to all the evilin the world. Oblivious to all the chaos there was. It made her shy. Despite being blind, she was always able to see the good in people. Some people? They weren't good. That's where he came in. He wasn't good, yet he still protected her. Something about her made him want to protect that innocence. He wanted to preserve her purity, so she wouldn't have to witness the crueties of the world, like he did. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt. His name? Alfred F. Jones. His mission in life? To protect [First Name] [Last Name].More Like This
"Hey! I'm home." Alfred called, entering his small, trashy apartment. He made his way to the living room. "Welcome back, Al..." [Name] greeted in a whisper. She sat on the floor of his living room, a small music box in her lap. One of Alfred's old trinkets. "Is that what ya do all day? Sit on the floor listening to that stupid music box?" He asked, sprawling out on the couch behind the girl