Title: Knowing
Summary: He always knew. Just drabbles. Second person POV.
Rating: PG -Slash implication
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Notes: This has slash references so don't read it if you don't like it.
There will probably be a few companion pieces to go with this.
Knowing
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You knew. You knew and did it anyway. And the whole time you were thinking of someone else.
You imagined his face. His rough skin. His heavy weight. His deep voice. Just him.
Now you can't wipe the sticky pines of regret from your fingers. But now you know.
You used Marissa Cooper just so you could be sure...and now you are. Now you know you're all the things you hate the most.
Queer.
Homo.
You're everything you were raised to hate in your protected bubble of money and pride. You live in a tiny sphere, an insignificant circle where your kind are
shunned and disowned.
And you knew. You always fucking knew. And you did it anyway.
You took her innocence and maybe took a little of your own too. There was still that hope, that small inkling of desire that told you it wasn't true. It couldn't
be.
But you knew, didn't you? You always knew.
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