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Matt was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed with his legs crossed indian style. He was looking down at his phone. He was looking through the texts between him and George. Some made him laugh, others made him want to burst into tears and cry, and others, well, those other ones could fit into a million different categories in Matt's mind. Matt felt so many different emotions when he talked to George, the most obvious to him, and he hoped to no one else, was love.
Matt had tried a million times to flirt with George to see if he had felt the same emotions, but George, sadly, was to damn stubborn to see anything but a brotherly friendship. Matt sighed. He looked down at his phone and read a message that he had read over a million times, but still would never delete it. It read: 'hahaha love u bud '. What did it mean
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[To set the stage, Aron is sitting on his couch, watching TV when his phone buzzes]
[Jorel has texted him]
Jorel: Dude, the Grinch is fucking stealing Christmas!
Aron: What are you missing about me? It doesn't effect much until this time of year...
Jorel: ...You... Hate Christmas movies...?
Aron: Are you fucking kidding me
Aron: I'm Jewish, you dumbass! I don't give a fuck!
Jorel: You're the Grinch.
“C’mon, Matty!! I wanna open my gift!” Dylan shouted impatiently down the hall, where Matt was slowly waking up,
“Mmghgrmmf…” The drummer grumbled, which basically translated into “Fuck off…” The literal translation is actually too complex for anyone to understand, and it has driven people mad while trying to decode it. (True story.)
The drummer pulled himself upward, groaning and bumbling along. He turned and walked to the couch, promptl
Wrong Words [TPxJD] 3Do I really have to do this stuff again...?More Like This
Warning(s): Language, sexual themes between two men, yada, yada, yada, and shit.
Note: Eh... Uh... Erm... Yeah... So... Look... Just... Read... Dammit...!
Aron panted as Jorel ground their bodies together. He moaned, wanting more. "J-Jorel, please, more..." He said, whimpering slightly with want.
Aron gasped, flipping to the side and falling out of bed. His phone blared insistently, but he simply lay on the floor, trying to get a grip on his situation. Huh... Must have been a dream... Strangely, Aron felt disappointed to realize this.
"What?" He asked, finally answering his phone.
"Dude, where are you?" Arina asked, "The show starts in ten minutes!"
Shit! Aron had forgotten he had a show this morning. "Yeah, ok, give me five minutes, I'll be there. Just hold on."
"You better hurry." Arina sighed before hanging up.
Aron rushed about, grabbing his things. Thankfully, he made it to the show in time.
"So thought you weren't ma
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she