Well here is a one-shot thing I worte.
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You and your friends sat on a couch at one of your good friend’s parties. You looked over to *him*. [He’ll never notice me..] you think sullenly to yourself. All of your closest friends knew how you felt about him and for how long. Suddenly [x]she[x] came over and sat on his lap. She was actually your friend, but she didn’t know about your feelings for him. She liked him for about two years, whilst you’ve liked him for longer! [She’s sitting on his lap! I can’t take this!] You stood up suddenly.
“Hey, wait! It’s ok! He’s just a guy!” assures your best friend.
“I’m ok. I just need to be alone!” You ran into the bathroom and shut the door. You pull a razor out of your purse. Eyeliner tears rolled down your pale cheeks. You placed the cool blade against the skin of your for arm. Goosebumps raised on your arm. You slid the blade against your skin. A thin, deep line appeared on your arm and tears of blood rolled out of it. You did this repetitively. Blood rolled down your arm. Suddenly the door opened and *he* walked in.
“Oh! I’m sorry…? What are you doing? Are you ok?!” *he* asks worriedly.
“I’m fine!” You go to push past him, but he stops you. He shuts the door behind him.
“Why did you do this?” he asks you.
You just stare into his eyes. More tears rolled down your face. “Because I can.” You both just stand there, gazing into each other’s eyes. He grabs a towel and cleans up your arm. You continue to stare at each other, tears still rolling down your face. He wipes them off with his thumb. Suddenly *he* leans down and kisses you.
When he pulls away, he says “Let’s go back to the party.” He lends you his jacket to cover your sleeves because you could see the blood through them. *He* grabs your hand and you walk back to the party.
THANKS GUYS. I KNOW IT'S KINDA EMO SOUNDING, BUT MEH, IT'S A STORY.
write some more becca!!!!