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Author: Moi of course.
Rating: T, mature themes, twincest, and one swear word.
Pairing: Ryan/Sharpay, commonly known as Rypay.
Warnings: TWINCEST!! Well, since it doesn't have names, if you don't like rypay, you could just pretend its other people. But I wrote it with Rypay in mind.
First: Story with no names, rypay.
Comments: Since I am very Anti-Valentine's day, I decided to post this really dark, almost depressing thing on V-Day. Just to ruin the mood. Because, yep, I'm evil like that. So yeah.
She knew it was wrong. He told her that every night. Yet she'd still keep coming back to him. All day she would think about him, and at night she would sneak into his room. "You love this don't you?" He would ask her. "Love the thrill, the danger. You can't get enough of it." She wouldn't respond, she never did. She didn't have to. They both knew he was right. She couldn't get enough of him.
She wanted to call it love. She wanted to be able to say that they had fallen for eachother. But everytime that four-letter word would come up, he'd be sure to tell her exactly how he felt. "I don't believe in love." He'd say. "I believe in fucking. No emotions. No strings attached. Nothing except pleasure." She heard those words almost every night yet refused to believe them. She'd sneak back into her room and cry herself to sleep.
She'd wake up in the morning and tell herself that she'd stand up. She wouldn't take this from him. She'd tell herself that she deserves better. But thoughts of him would soon fill up her mind and she'd try hard to resist. But in the end she'd be sneaking back into his room. He was right. She can't get enough.
A/N: Like it? Love it? Hate it? Want more of it? Tell me in a review.
P.S. If I ruined your lovey valentine's day mood, then my mission is complete. :D