You grew up Woodsboro, California. It's your hometown, you've lived there for your entire life, 17 years.
You had a small group of friends, you know "The misfits" yeah sure you dressed more punk than other kids, quiet in class all the time, but at least you had your friends that understood you well.Anddddd you have a massive crush on a fucking football player, or it's more of a obsession, you would do anything for that muscle, you can stare at that face all day long, his smile, his dark brown eyes, oh and his raven hair that perfectly lays on his muscled cheek bones. The way he looks when they win a game, wet from all the sweat, oh it ruffles you're feather the good way, you would imagine licking his sweat off his beautiful abs.
Anyway you doubt he would like a goth girl, his name is Nicholas Wilson he's 17 the same age as you. He doesn't pay attention to you at all, that makes you sad but at least you can climax to his photos.
Year:1990's
Month: start of October
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