ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 12

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"Dumbass." Jack muttered underneath his breath as he harshly kicked a rock with his feet, grumbling.

"Bad word.." The girl mumbled, walking quickly to catch up with him.

"Did he touch you anywhere?" Jack asked.

"J-Just my waist.. I-It's okay.." The girl said, avoiding eye contact with Jack as she walked up ahead, leaving Jack behind.

"I'm sorry for earlier." Jack quietly spoke up, stopping in his tracks.

"Wh-what for?" The girl asked, tilting her head as she spun around to face Jack.

"Don't lie to me. I know you were scared of me back then."

The girl bit her lip, looking away. It was the truth after all, after the hormonal teenager insisted on 'having fun' with her and with Jack finding out, the teen almost peed his pants and could've broken his neck.

Luckily, the girl stopped Jack before any further damage, the teen scrambling up and running for his life, wailing like a little kid. The others nearby just looked at him terrifyingly while others looked away. 

The moment Jack turned to face the girl, although he couldn't see the scared eyes of the girl, he could hear her breath hitch when he turned to her, her form visibly shaking. Jack didn't want the girl to be afraid of him, heck, he was even scared of himself just now.

"I-It's okay." The girl said, glancing back up at Jack, walking towards him and intertwining her hands with his. 

"I-I'm glad you s-saved me. Y-You're my p-pwince in sh-shining armor!" The girl giggled.

Feeling a bit more at ease, Jack softly smiled back before tugging the girl by the arm, walking back to the mansion.

ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒⁿ ⁻ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ⁻ˀ ;ʷ;

"You did— what?" Ben asked, eye twitching as he set down his 3rd mug of coffee of the day onto the table.

"Yes, I killed a dude." Jack says, his tone full of sarcasm.

"N-No you d-didn't..!" The girl whisper-yelled, slightly elbowing Jack.

"Wait— so, what actually happened?" Ben said, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You've done more idiotic things than me in the past, Ben. Don't act so dramatic over me doing something a bit overboard." Jack spat.

"Why are you so salty?"

"No I'm fucking not."

"Yes you fucking are."

"You—"

"W-What's f-fwuck?" 

Ben and Jack slowly shifter their gaze towards the little girl who was peering up at them with big-doe eyes filled with curiosity.

"You'll learn it when you're older, kitten." Jack said.

The girl rolled her eyes as she huffed, crossing her arms as she waddled over to the couch, plopping on it in frustration.

"Cute." Jack mumbled underneath his breath before turning around to face Ben.

Ben eyed him warily, crossing his arms as well before sighing. "Look, It's 1pm and I need to get my streaks done, Slender's letting you off on a break until your leg gets better, so don't push yourself too much. I'm going out for the streaks, so I'll see you when I'm done." 

Jack said nothing, but nodded, listening as Ben stood up and shuffled upstairs and the door closing with a bang. 

Jack sighed and bent backward, letting him fall on the couch. "What now?" He muttered, blowing the hair that was covering his face.

"M-Movie!" The girl piped up, popping up near Jack as she used her smol hands to squish Jack's cheeks.

"Ow— okay, okay, fine." Jack chuckled, grabbing the girls hands into his. 

"What movie?" Jack asked as he stood up, stretching his limbs. 

"F-Finding D-Dory?" The girl suggested, giving puppy eyes that Jack couldn't resist. (A/N- i rewatched it yesterday and yes i cried lmao)

Jack shrugged, he didn't know what kids these days watched anyways. The last movie he ever watched was Transformers and that was months ago. He turned the TV on and clicked on Netflix. 

"You want popcorn or—?" 

"Cuddles." The girl decided firmly, pouting.

"Stop being so adorable.." Jack muttered as he pounced on the girl, tickling her sides while smiling.

The reaction was almost instant, the girl bursting into fits of giggles, eyes turning into little crescents and smile wide. "J-Jwackie— s-stop!" 

Eventually the girl kicked his groin.

Hissing in pain, Jack stopped tickling the girl and began crawling himself into a little ball, ashamed. 

"O-Oh! I'm s-sorry!" The girl apologized, eyes widened in concern as she crawled over to Jack.

"S'fine.." Jack groaned as he turned over picking the girl up and placing her over his lap, kissing her forehead softly. (A/N- i'm a sucker for forehead kisses sorry ;-;)

The movie began to play and the girl clapped her hands and giggled, focusing her attention on the movie, eyes slowly widening, which Jack found cute.

"Why does Marlin sound so old." Jack asked outloud. 

He was soon hushed quickly by the little girl.

The entire movie was filled with silence and tension and when it was near the end Jack could feel his eye sockets getting more wet (?)

As the credits started rolling, the little girl turned over to Jack where he was busy trying to keep his tears in, but the girl noticed a small black tear roll down from Jack's eye sockets. "A-Are you c-crying?" The girl asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

"No I'm not." Jack denied, wiping the tear that rolled down his face with the sleeve of his shirt. "I'm going to the bathroom. Feel free to watch whatever you want." Jack said, standing up.

The girl watched silently as Jack went into the bathroom and the door closed.

Jack sat down on the toilet seat, trying to contain the tar that was dripping down from his eye sockets. "What the hell?" He muttered. "It was just a stupid dark movie about talking fish." 

Suddenly something vibrated in the back pocket of his jeans that made him snap out of his thoughts, hands digging around to fish out his phone out from the pocket. 

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ᴛʜᴏᴛᴛɪᴜs ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ

hey.

so i forgot to tell you sth.

don't let the girl watch any scary movies

okay?

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Jack huffed as he closed his home screen on his phone, standing up from the toilet and opening the bathroom door.

There sat a shaky girl, her shoulders shaking, eyes looking down on the floor as she was huddled into a ball. Why? Of course, she had just watched a scary ad trailer for a new movie that was coming out.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jack asks once he sat down beside the girl, cradling her into his arms, stroking her hair to calm her down.

"S-Scawy.." The girl whined, burying her head into Jack's chest.

Jack sighed. "It's all just graphics, none of it is real." 

"But then again, here we are." 

Jack whirled his head around to the sudden new voice and narrowed his eyes once he realized the voice was Janes as she walked down the stairs, dressed in a black crop top with skinny jeans.  

"What do you want." Jack spat, gently shoving the girls face back into his chest when she tried to turn around.

"What?" Jane asked back defensively. "Can't I come down? I live here too y'know." 

"Hey, what's wrong with her?" Jane asked, her eyes glancing to the girls visibly shaking form.

"She watched something scary, I'm guessing." Jack shrugged. "She'll calm down in a moment."

Jane raised an eyebrow suggestively. "With you shoving her face into your chest, that just makes her even more scared."

"What do you know?" 

"A lot of things. Just hand her over to me, I know how to make her feel more at ease. We're both girls anyways." Jane said, crossing her arms above her chest.

"What makes you think I'm gonna hand her over to you when last time you almost killed her?" Jack asked.

Jane shrugged. "Suit yourself. She looks like she's just getting more scared by your tone of voice." Jane mocked.

And she was right. Jack could feel the girl feel more tense and her form more shaking and he could feel the front of his shirt dampening from the girls tears.

Jack let out a loud sigh. "Fine, take her." 

Jane walked over to the girl and Jack, scooping her up in her own arms as she sat down from the opposite of Jack. 

Without feeling the girls presence nearby, Jack grew worried and annoyed, biting his tongue out of frustration until blood eventually drew out and he could taste the metallic taste.

"Calm down. She can sense the tension in the air." Jane said, rolling her eyes.

The warm embrace of Jane's arms sort of reminded the girl of her own mother, so she slowly stopped shaking out of fear, snuggling closer while Jane played with her hair, humming a soft tune and it was not long before she slowly went to sleep.

"Why was that so easy." Jack softly whined, leaning back into the couch as he sank in deeper, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"Dimwit. Keep it down." Jane snapped.

"Why are you being so nice to her all of a sudden?" Jack quietly asked.

"I'm not that mean, Jack." Jane glared. "I can see how much she means to you. It's fun to see you pissed off whenever I'm around her." 

"Okay, that's it. Hand her over." Jack demanded.

The girl started shifting around in Jane's arms, eyebrows scrunching up, and Jane looked back at Jack with a smirk.

"Ugh, fine." Jack grumbled, giving up.

"Why do you like her so much?" Jane asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I've never seen you so soft towards anyone. We've known each other for five years already Jack, and you still act as cold as ever towards me and towards everybody. It's almost been just a week and you're already attached to this girl." Jane explained. 

"Do you love her?" Jane asked, leaning in.

"I'm not telling you that." Jack muttered. 

"You and your secrets." Jane sighed, shaking her head.

The girl started fussing in her sleep, nose scrunching up although still in a deep sleep, that is, until Jack noticed smelled something similar to blood in the air. He inhaled the scent deeply, eyes closing before snapping back open once the softest tinge of strawberry scent was lingering in the air.

"Uh— Jane? Why is there blood coming from the girl—?" 

Jane quickly looked down and she could feel the bottom of the girls shorts dampening. "Oh—shit," She muttered underneath her breath. 

"What is it?" Jack asked curiously, biting his tongue on the inside, trying not to pounce at the girl right then and there. The scent of her blood was already so delicious, plus the strawberry scent mixed in.

"She's on her period.." Jane mumbled, beginning to stand up.

"On a what—?"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Of course you don't understand, you're a dude. Menustration cycle, does it ring a bell?" 

Something suddenly clicked in Jacks mind and he sat there, mouth slightly hanging open, he remembered when a certain girl from his school started her period too, and he was the first to notice.

"I'll go wash her up and bring her downstairs. I won't do anything to her, trust me." Jane huffed, cutting Jack's sentence before he was about to speak.

Jack just watched silently, mouth still agape as Jane carried the girl bridal-style gently up the stairs and into the bathroom.

He pouted and crossed his arms, squishing himself back into the void of the pillows, ears burning up, turning light pink as he still could smell the faint scent of strawberries and blood in the air. 

Around 30 minutes later, the girl came waddling down the stairs, with a new pair of shorts, lips pouting and eyes narrowing as she grumbled, holding Jane's hands. The scent of blood and strawberries slowly wafted away, and Jack stole some quick glances at the girl who plopped down on the sofa, shifting uncomfortably.

Jane let out a long sigh. "Well, that was hard. You should thank me." 

"Thanks.." Jack mumbled, looking away.

"We'll just have to see if she has heavy flow or not, and I hope she doesn't. If cramps ever happen just cuddle her or something, I guess. Make her drink hot tea. She might have mood swings so distract her with some chocolate. Good luck." Jane said, winking.

"Wait— you're not helping me?" Jack protested.

"Nah, she's yours, isn't she?" Jane said, playfully sticking out her tongue before disappearing back up the stairs.

Jack let out a soft sigh before turning to the girl who was still shifting in one position to another, grumpily. "What's wrong?"

"N-Not comfy.." The girl huffed, crossing her arms.

"Aw, c'mere." Jack cooed, standing up and sitting next to the girl, gently lifting her up and placing her on his lap, where she tried to get into a comfortable position, nuzzling against Jack's chest in comfort at last.

Jack sweared he didn't get a boner from that.

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ʜɪ, ᴜᴍ— 2ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ? uwu

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ᴀʜʜ, ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ, sᴏ ɪ'ʟʟ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ.
ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ! :)

ʜʜʜ ɪᴍ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs.

ɪ-ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ :')

ғᴅʟsᴊɴғᴊᴅs ᴅᴏᴇsᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏʜᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴏᴡ-

ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ ᴡʜsɴɢᴊʟsᴅ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴋɴᴏᴡ ʟᴀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ ;ᴡ;

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, sʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs? ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ sᴏʀᴛᴀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴇɪɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs sʜᴇ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?? ʟɪᴋᴇ?? sʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs— sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋʜᴜɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴍᴇ, ɴᴜᴢᴢʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ :')

sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀᴄᴛ sᴏ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ (ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇᴀss sᴜʙ) ʟɪᴋᴇ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴄʟᴀss ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀs ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀss ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀssᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, sᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴀss, sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ?? ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡᴀs sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴡᴊɴʟsss

ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ, ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴜᴍᴍʏ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀɪᴘʜᴇʀᴀʟ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ. ɪᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ғᴇᴇʟs ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ʜᴜɢs ᴍᴇ ʏᴇɴɴᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ.

ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜғғ, sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ? ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ? ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sʜᴇ's ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴡᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :')

ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sɪᴄᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ, ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ, ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜsʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ. ɪ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴀᴄʜᴇ sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʏᴇɴɴᴏ :')

ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ sɪᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜs ᴀᴛ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ sʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪғ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀʀᴛʟᴇᴅ sᴏ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀs ғɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ғᴏʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇs ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴇʟʟs ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜʀsᴇ ʟᴍғᴀᴏ

(ʏᴇs ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɴᴜʀsᴇ,
 ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴠᴇʀ,
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ, ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴍᴀᴏ)

ɪ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ɴɪᴄᴇ.

ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏʏ. ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇs sᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴏғғ.

ɪᴍ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍʏ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ. sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs.

ɪᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sᴜʀᴇ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴜᴄᴋ uwu

ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 7 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴋɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴋɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ. ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀ ɢᴜʏ, ᴛᴡᴏ ɢʀᴀᴅᴇs ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴɪɴɢ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs. ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ :)

ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ, ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴀss ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡɪʟʟ.

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғɪɢʜᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴏᴏ, ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs

ʜɪ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ uwu

ᴡᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ʟᴍᴀᴏ

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʜɪ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ. :)
(ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ғʀᴇɴs? ;ᴡ;)

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴇᴛ, ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴜᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇs, ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ᴄʜᴇʀɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ <3

(ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛs ᴍᴇ uwu)

ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴏ~ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ≧^◡^≦

ᴜᴍ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ—
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs? :')