"what about blue?" he teased, poking a darkened spot on his cheek.
i sighed. "i should be used to it by now. your constant bruises, the blood running off the tips of your fingers...but i'm not."
"you think you're defending me, but, just like the guys you've punched, i feel an aching pain the second your fist meets bone."
// a.n. sorry it took so long for me to update. i started school again (ugh) which is quitee the inconvenience.
question: what is your favorite disney movie??? (lol that's random af)
ALSO at the moment, i'm unsure about making a prequel simply because i don't know if i have the time to do it justice. and it's a whole new story and concept which is a lot more work than simply updating. i'm not throwing out the idea of a prequel, i just haven't reached a decision yet. //
