"Why do I suck so much dick?"
- Ross said in 'GTA 5 PC Online Funny Moments - PIKACHU VS PROXIMITY MINES! (Custom Games)' on Skyvsgaming Channel
Well that was my inspiration for this
Maybe this should be a Oneshot book for this ship? yep ,':) mos...
IMPORTANT NOTE: guys I didn't mean for the other updates I wasn't finished editing. So I accidentally published it twice! So yeah ;-; here's the official one guys
Requested by @Jayd_The_Warrior and @avatar21860
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Okay so this was the one I've been working on since early July. The one that's been giving me a headache. And the reason why I feel like a complete failure. I've been doing combined requests recently since its fun. But yeah.
Again I'm hoping I can still create more stories as time goes on and when my school starts later on this month. But I'll let you guys know when that will happen. Sigh.
-DawnADHH
Ps. I don't blame you I just want to thank you for testing my limits as an author :)
Word Count: 6975
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*~ Max's P.O.V ~*
I roamed quietly throughout the park, with only a few things in hand, my bag, and a cigarette between my lips. The small orangey-red light shown somewhat bright as it illuminated some of my face. It's light grey smoke rose above me toward the star covered night sky as I kept walking. I wore a black hoodie and a khaki jacket over it, a maroon shirt, dark blue jeans, and some red converse. My white headphones reflected the light my cigarette gave off as they were also connected to my phone. Music silently blasting in my ears as I walked along in the quiet park path.
'. . . Save your breath, I'm nearly Bored to death and fading fast Life is too short to last long Back on earth, I'm broken Lost and cold and fading fast Life is too short to last long. . .'
In between the small puffs of smoke I exhaled out of my nose, I would sing along. Looking up from the pavement, I found myself at the large rock I normally sit at. Making my way up, I sat close to the center, took out my sketch book, and began to quick sketch out the scene before me. A lonely park bench, a sad looking lamp post as it drooped toward the walk way, and a man who had his head in his hands.
