It's been awhile but here you go a new fanfiction for all of you who want me to finish my gravity falls fanfiction i'm not going to. If you're a good writer Pm me and you can have it and continue it.
Well anyway here you go i present
A Boy's Imagination and hormones
It's all fake.
The darkness around them crept slowly towards them the heat of their bodies keeping each other warm.
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In the small town of classi, Ohio. A rescue home stood not a one for people or pets. No this home was for man's real best friend, best imaginary friend. But inside this burgundy palace there were hundreds of imaginary friends, all from the minds of children. Most left their friends and never came back and the few that did outgrew their friends. But one boy always came back no matter what.
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"MAACC!", the hallway was filled with a scream so loud it could break glass. A young boy rounded the corner full speed. "No Blue stop!" He shrieked as he ran further down the hall, a blue ooze ball followed. Blue mac's imaginary friend was running a good distance behind holding what seemed as to be a mud ball. Mac threw open the first door he saw as fast as he could, in a blink of an eye the blue blob lost his target.
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By some type of miracle the blue blob didn't see where the young boy went and continued his chase down the hall. Mac was safe from his mud flinging friend, he surveyed the mysterious room he was in. The walls were a dark pink color there wasn't a lot of furniture but there was a bed a TV and a mirror. The mirror was littered with pictures of family, friends and even imaginary friends. One person always seemed present in each one of these pictures as mac studied them a little more…. Frankie...Frankie…. FRANKIE! Mac was in Frankie's room his face flipped through 50 shades of red. He grew hot as he thought of Frankie's features, lips, hair, body, oh god her body. Her body could put Aphrodite in a jealous frenzy, his mind to a far more dirtier place. He thought of things no twelve year old should think about, he thought about releasing her wonderful curves from their cloth prison. He wondered if Frankie touched herself as he did at night, he blushed at the thought of her calling his name while she was doing. Mac wasn't aware but while he was daydreaming his body moved him closer to the bed. The smell of perfume and natural womanly musk beckoned him. Before he could blink his face was buried in one of the many pillows. Her scent sent the boy's senses in a frenzy, he couldn't stop he tossed and turned atop of the bed. He stopped and breathed, untangling himself from the warm clutches of the bed sheets. "Huh?, what was that?" his head jerked upwards towards the door. He heard voice not just any voice an ANGEL'S voice as the doorknob twisted. Mac shook his head and looked around for a place to hide, he made a sound of realization and dashed under the bed. He sat there shivering in anticipation and thanked whoever was watching that he was still small enough to do this.