I'm getting back on the fanfiction horse.
These are just going to be collections of thoughts and things I wanted to put into a story, but nothing full blown out. Just some drabbles. They will switch up to different subjects/people's perspectives as I write each new chapter.
Some will be angst, fluff, sexual stuff , suicide, depression. Just whatever emotion I decide to put these characters through.
Rated PG-13. Swearing. (Drug-Use, Sexuality in later chapters. Could change to R)
Josh. How I wish to be exactly like you one day. Minus the male-ness...and the hair...maybe I just want your brain. Some of your shirts as well...
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She heard the knocks.
She wasn't in the mood to become a seasonal queen today. She wanted sleep. She wanted to be whole again. She wanted the hole in her heart that ached so deeply to be filled again.
Her heart's black now. Corroding more and more each day he's gone.
She didn't want to be depressed.
Disheartened. Grotesque. Melodramatic. Defenceless. Vulnerable. Alone.
She layed upon her bed, staring at the door that was furiously being drummed upon.
He had rhythm.
He chimed her name. "Summer". He repeated it over and over. It sounded like a song...
She got off the bed and walked over to the door. She paused knowing the day was finally here. This was her fate. She put her petite hand over the handle and pulled towards her body. She saw him.
He was scruffy. He was the colour of chestnut. His jew-fro had been cut off and he was in definite need of a shave. He smelled of seawater and a musky cheap cologne. He had a new scar that he didn't have before underneath his nose.
They didn't speak. Just stared into each other's eyes.
She tried to read him but couldn't. Her eyes kept wandering towards the tiny scar.
She wondered how he got it.
How, the last 3 months had been a blur to her. She knew nothing about him.
The scar told her that. He wasn't him. He's seen different things in the last bit. He wasn't the boy that he used to be. He was a man.
She wanted to shut the door in his face.
She wanted to be angry and scream.
She wanted to slap him and make him hurt just as much as he made her hurt.
But all the pain disappeared.
She wished she wouldn't have opened the door.
Just his sight of him filled the hole back up. Her heart was red again. Crimson.
She never could resist his rhythm.
Yeah, So I will probably write one of these each day. Hopefully I can get some feedback, let me know if someone is actually reading them.
I'm in the process of writing 2 fics right now. One-parters. A Summer, and A Ryan. Be on the look out.