Everybody's an asshole.
Dramatization? No, actually, you'd be fucking wrong. Every single damn person on this planet is an asshole, has been an asshole, or will be an asshole some period in time; it's inevitable. Don't believe me? Alright, we're gonna play a little game, you and I, so try to follow everything I fucking tell you to do, yeah? First, I want you to get on your knees. Do it. Right now. Okay, and now I want you to open your mouth real wide, and keep it open. Last step? Keep your eyes closed. Pretend you're having a nightmare. That way, you have an excuse to go by after you wake up in a cold sweat after I shove my dick down your throat.
I hate people. I do. I hate them all. Old people, young people, children, adults, I probably hate you, too. But I like babies. They're cute, and they don't talk as much, so that's a point for me. Don't worry, puking and shitting doesn't bother me that much...as long as the creature isn't close to me.
Anyways, I'm just not a people person. I suffer from this serious condition called 'social inept-ness'. Can also be called 'loser-isms'. God, sometimes I wish I could have everybody on this planet stand in a line, and I'd take a gun and start mowing them down, one by one, until all you motherfuckers are maggot breakfast. Hamlet, where is Polonius? At supper. At supper? Where? Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. Oh, yes, in/deed/. Shakespeare had some pretty damn good ideas in that British head of his. It's too bad his brilliance couldn't rub off of any other asshole. Then that'd be one less person I'd kill off this planet.
You know what? As a matter of fact, I do hate you. Automatically. Why? Because you're still reading my shit. What are you still doing here? Lameass, go outside and play football, or go hug your mom, or go piss in your car's gas tank, for all I care. Go. Now. Here's your chance. Go!
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Still here?
God, you're a fucking leech. Anyways, I should probably tell you why you're here. So there's this...guy...(okay, I'm a fucking homo, deal with it) and this is the story of how this former-asshole became my high school romantic interest, which turned into something else, which turned into something else. But let's start at the very beginning, shall we?
Hi, I'm Lovino Vargas, and I'm irrelevant.
A/N: WHOA. What is this?! Double update?! Within two days?! Hahah hoooly shit. Anyways, I got in the writing mood, so I decided to start a new Highschool!AU multichap fic in.../first person/. I definitely feel a lot more comfortable doing first person rather that omniscient third person, so I'm feeling pretty good about this. (also cause i highly relate to Lovi)
Should I continue? Idk, lemme know.
Stay classy.
