The tingling sensation that came with each sip made a certain male need more.
Bottle after Bottle. Hour after Hour.
Disappointment.
Misplaced.
Ignorant.
Distasteful comments filled his head as he washed them all down with that whisky bottle that he had always used. He drowned his sorrows with more sorrows.
He thought about how dysfunctional he was. A puppet in a show.
A pawn in life's game of chess.
He thought of everything he did wrong.
Useless.
He took more swigs of the whiskey, getting even more drunk than he already was.
He thought of the dream he had, about the male that would love him.
He had a freckled face and pale pink lips.
They were beautiful.
He dreamt about him often, Of kissing him.
His dream was the only thing that kept him going nowadays.
He finally managed to sober up, by a little bit, And heard the doorbell ring.
A/N
Yo whaddup it's me.
LARRAY.
lmao jk.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first part of the story!
a_new_kid wanted me to make another one, sooo.. yeah!
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Broken Whiskey Glass {Style Fanfiction}
FanficStan was a drunk. What can he say? It soothed the pain of being lonely all the damned time, And the rejection. He gets lost in his fantasies of his dream boy, and he appears. The dream boy so happens to be his best friend.
