This is the sad little story of my very twisted up tình yêu life. ~
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I woke with a start as I heard the beautiful voice of the amazing Adam Young hát to me from my phone. Although reluctant, I groggily drag myself up from giường and let out a loud yawn. It's five thirty in the morning, and my alarm is telling me it is time to go to school. I smash some ngẫu nhiên buttons on the little cellular device to shut it up. I find myself staring up at the ceiling, trying to forget about a certain someone...
After I've taken a shower, sifted through my wardrobe and chosen my outfit for the day, done my hair and brushed my teeth, I'm off to my car to leave. It's about time for him to be awake, I think to myself. I whip out my phone and send him a text, but of course, even after ten minutes, I haven't received an answer. I feel like I can literally feel my tim, trái tim dropping.
"Whatever.." I say aloud to myself. I twist the keys in the ignition and the car rumbles to life. Today's going to suck...
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I arrive at the school rather quickly. I go for a walk around campus to wait for my best friend to show, but I'm stopped bởi a figure behind a tree.
"Oh, hey, Gracen." I'm absolutely dumbfounded when he speaks to me. His name is Matt. He was bởi boyfriend up until last night. His tattered clothes and spiky looking black hair give off a rebellious feel. His brown eyes appear almost heartless.
"How come bạn didn't answer my text?" The hurt in my voice is evident. We've been together a couple of different times, but he's never hurt me like this.
"Oh.. I didn't see it, Gracie." He's lying. And I know it. The fact that he called me "Gracie" really pushes some of my buttons. He usually called me that when we were together.
"Yeah, whatever. And don't call me that, Matt."
"Hey, don't be like that," he smiles and reaches out a hand to stroke my cheek. I feel a tear swell up in the corner of my eye. Don't cry, I tell myself. I reach up and cái tát, đánh đập, smack his hand away. Hard. This pisses him off a little.
"Fuck you," I say, turning around and walking away. I can practically feel him glaring at me as I pick up my pace. God, I hate him!
I break off in a run as I feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes, but I run right into someone and am engulfed in a warm, loving embrace. It's my best friend, Dustin. He tosses his lush brown hair and bats his beautiful ngọc lục bảo colored eyes at me.
"Woah, there! We're bạn going in a hurry like that?" His sarcasm makes me smile, but it quickly turns back into tears. I can feel him leading me away from the area while I softly cry into his shoulder. Before I know it, we're sitting in our special place, in a corner of a large set of stairs outside the High School and the tường of the school, and obscured bởi a couple bushes. Nobody can see us. Here, the tears flow even harder.
"I just can't take it, Dusty.." I manage to choke out. He pulls me in and holds me against his chest, one arm behind my back as he whispers little shush's to try and calm me down. I look up and he's smiling down at my with his beautiful green eyes. I can always find solace in his eyes.. He slowly reaches down and pushes my light blonde hair from my face.
"Did bạn and Mathew break up?" I can already see that he knows the answer to this, but I nod regardless. He smiles and adds, "Good. bạn deserve better than a prick like him." It makes me smile, but I know that deep down, I still tình yêu Matt.. But I tình yêu Dustin more. But me and him could never be together because he's not into guys. He told me this when I told him I was gay back in the fifth grade.
"You're such a good friend, Dusty." I smile and hug him. He hugs me back and asks a câu hỏi I wish he hadn't.
"Why did bạn two split?"
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(Backtracking to a few days before..)
Me and Mattie are riding around town on his black motorcycle, the wind blowing through my hair and the chill stinging my eyes. I tighten my grip around him and whisper an I tình yêu you, but I know he can't hear me. He drives around for another five phút hoặc so and we soon come to a stop at the park. Matt takes my hand in his and slowly leads me over to a small pavilion where we sit and talk.
"You're so beautiful, Gracen," he says, making me blush. I reach up and peck his cheek affectionately, and he pulls me into a kiss. I end it shortly and lay my head down on his shoulder.
"Hey, Mattie.."
"Yes?"
"Do bạn tình yêu me?" He các câu trả lời bởi kissing me again. Somehow, I'm not very satisfied with his answer.
After a little while, we ride back to his place to watch some phim chiếu rạp for our ngày night. We both go up to his bedroom, which is kinda messy, and lay down on his giường to watch something. He asks me to go get him a drink so I do, returning with a glass of trái cam, màu da cam juice. When I turn to look at the bed, my Mattie is laying down in a rather sexy position, wearing nothing but his pants. I laugh and feel my face burn red before snuggling up tiếp theo to him.
Although there's a movie in his DVD player, we aren't watching it much. Instead, we've spent the entire time making out, only stopping for small breaks. Everyone once in a while, he'd trail down my body and massage the area around my groin with his hand. It doesn't last very long before I tell him to stop. I can tell something weird is up, but I don't quite know what. It hits me what he's after when he grabs my hand and pushes it down to his groin and starts to di chuyển my fingers so that it stimulates his penis. I try and jerk my hand and, but he's holding it there firmly.
"Matt, stop!" I yell, bringing my other hand down and smacking him. He lets go, and I can tell that he's not very happy. tiếp theo thing I know, I'm running out his door with him yelling after me.
I spend awhile walking around, trying to calm down. I've been gone for an giờ hoặc two, I think to myself. I think it's time to go back. So I start walking back.
When I get to his house, there's a new car parked outside. Probably his parents. I walk in, but there's nobody there. I walk to Mattie's room and hear a weird noise. Curious, I open the door, and my tim, trái tim shatters. My Mattie was in giường with one of his friends, a blonde one, who was currently giving him a blow job. He see's me and freaks out. I rip of my necklace, a tim, trái tim that he gave me, and throw it at him. I slam the door behind me as I run, crying my eyes dry.
(To be continued...)
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I woke with a start as I heard the beautiful voice of the amazing Adam Young hát to me from my phone. Although reluctant, I groggily drag myself up from giường and let out a loud yawn. It's five thirty in the morning, and my alarm is telling me it is time to go to school. I smash some ngẫu nhiên buttons on the little cellular device to shut it up. I find myself staring up at the ceiling, trying to forget about a certain someone...
After I've taken a shower, sifted through my wardrobe and chosen my outfit for the day, done my hair and brushed my teeth, I'm off to my car to leave. It's about time for him to be awake, I think to myself. I whip out my phone and send him a text, but of course, even after ten minutes, I haven't received an answer. I feel like I can literally feel my tim, trái tim dropping.
"Whatever.." I say aloud to myself. I twist the keys in the ignition and the car rumbles to life. Today's going to suck...
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I arrive at the school rather quickly. I go for a walk around campus to wait for my best friend to show, but I'm stopped bởi a figure behind a tree.
"Oh, hey, Gracen." I'm absolutely dumbfounded when he speaks to me. His name is Matt. He was bởi boyfriend up until last night. His tattered clothes and spiky looking black hair give off a rebellious feel. His brown eyes appear almost heartless.
"How come bạn didn't answer my text?" The hurt in my voice is evident. We've been together a couple of different times, but he's never hurt me like this.
"Oh.. I didn't see it, Gracie." He's lying. And I know it. The fact that he called me "Gracie" really pushes some of my buttons. He usually called me that when we were together.
"Yeah, whatever. And don't call me that, Matt."
"Hey, don't be like that," he smiles and reaches out a hand to stroke my cheek. I feel a tear swell up in the corner of my eye. Don't cry, I tell myself. I reach up and cái tát, đánh đập, smack his hand away. Hard. This pisses him off a little.
"Fuck you," I say, turning around and walking away. I can practically feel him glaring at me as I pick up my pace. God, I hate him!
I break off in a run as I feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes, but I run right into someone and am engulfed in a warm, loving embrace. It's my best friend, Dustin. He tosses his lush brown hair and bats his beautiful ngọc lục bảo colored eyes at me.
"Woah, there! We're bạn going in a hurry like that?" His sarcasm makes me smile, but it quickly turns back into tears. I can feel him leading me away from the area while I softly cry into his shoulder. Before I know it, we're sitting in our special place, in a corner of a large set of stairs outside the High School and the tường of the school, and obscured bởi a couple bushes. Nobody can see us. Here, the tears flow even harder.
"I just can't take it, Dusty.." I manage to choke out. He pulls me in and holds me against his chest, one arm behind my back as he whispers little shush's to try and calm me down. I look up and he's smiling down at my with his beautiful green eyes. I can always find solace in his eyes.. He slowly reaches down and pushes my light blonde hair from my face.
"Did bạn and Mathew break up?" I can already see that he knows the answer to this, but I nod regardless. He smiles and adds, "Good. bạn deserve better than a prick like him." It makes me smile, but I know that deep down, I still tình yêu Matt.. But I tình yêu Dustin more. But me and him could never be together because he's not into guys. He told me this when I told him I was gay back in the fifth grade.
"You're such a good friend, Dusty." I smile and hug him. He hugs me back and asks a câu hỏi I wish he hadn't.
"Why did bạn two split?"
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(Backtracking to a few days before..)
Me and Mattie are riding around town on his black motorcycle, the wind blowing through my hair and the chill stinging my eyes. I tighten my grip around him and whisper an I tình yêu you, but I know he can't hear me. He drives around for another five phút hoặc so and we soon come to a stop at the park. Matt takes my hand in his and slowly leads me over to a small pavilion where we sit and talk.
"You're so beautiful, Gracen," he says, making me blush. I reach up and peck his cheek affectionately, and he pulls me into a kiss. I end it shortly and lay my head down on his shoulder.
"Hey, Mattie.."
"Yes?"
"Do bạn tình yêu me?" He các câu trả lời bởi kissing me again. Somehow, I'm not very satisfied with his answer.
After a little while, we ride back to his place to watch some phim chiếu rạp for our ngày night. We both go up to his bedroom, which is kinda messy, and lay down on his giường to watch something. He asks me to go get him a drink so I do, returning with a glass of trái cam, màu da cam juice. When I turn to look at the bed, my Mattie is laying down in a rather sexy position, wearing nothing but his pants. I laugh and feel my face burn red before snuggling up tiếp theo to him.
Although there's a movie in his DVD player, we aren't watching it much. Instead, we've spent the entire time making out, only stopping for small breaks. Everyone once in a while, he'd trail down my body and massage the area around my groin with his hand. It doesn't last very long before I tell him to stop. I can tell something weird is up, but I don't quite know what. It hits me what he's after when he grabs my hand and pushes it down to his groin and starts to di chuyển my fingers so that it stimulates his penis. I try and jerk my hand and, but he's holding it there firmly.
"Matt, stop!" I yell, bringing my other hand down and smacking him. He lets go, and I can tell that he's not very happy. tiếp theo thing I know, I'm running out his door with him yelling after me.
I spend awhile walking around, trying to calm down. I've been gone for an giờ hoặc two, I think to myself. I think it's time to go back. So I start walking back.
When I get to his house, there's a new car parked outside. Probably his parents. I walk in, but there's nobody there. I walk to Mattie's room and hear a weird noise. Curious, I open the door, and my tim, trái tim shatters. My Mattie was in giường with one of his friends, a blonde one, who was currently giving him a blow job. He see's me and freaks out. I rip of my necklace, a tim, trái tim that he gave me, and throw it at him. I slam the door behind me as I run, crying my eyes dry.
(To be continued...)