John didn't move for a good minute or two. Then he set down his guitar and stood up. He walked over and sat down on the edge of Paul's bed and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands. "Paulie, listen to me. I'm in love with you. You. You, and no one else. I will never love someone the way I love you. Nor will I lov...
-𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝- (short story) 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟴, 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟬, 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻. 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗮. 2023 - might do a rewrite bc i don't lik...
Everything John has experienced with Paul, from their meeting to their first kiss to their devastating split is written in this bedtime story, one that John might never be brave enough to tell Sean.
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
