I don't know when we both passed out on the couch. And I probably never will.
when I woke up I was alone with a blanket over me, and a note on the bedside table. 'had to go to work, made you some breakfast. love you, Hazel.' I smiled softly at it. her cursive that was just barely not traditional because of her dyslexia, and the paper, how it was just slightly colored. like it was taken right out from time. and that wouldn't be much a stretch since since the house was so old it was practically crumbling every day.
Slowly I made my way off the couch, stretching since that couch could be very uncomfortable.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Gym Class heroes(sequel to detention heroes)
Fanfica new story old faces and new. will they band together and earn their highschool degree? Mind if I borrow the name gym class heroes? read the first one dammit! I own nothing happy reading, ~this fic was discontinued, and unfinished~
