Hey y'all. Wow. Third chapter in four days. No reviews or requests yet. :( I also forgot to mention that I can write about mcr and p!atd.
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Louise's prov
I can beat Newt in any race ever created. I also shouldn't be bragging because he has a limp. Then again, I can beat any person. I already know. Come on how fast can they be. I tackled Newt to the ground. "What the heck, Louise? Can't a man cry in peace?" Newt yelled/said to me. Realizing that he told me that he was going to go cry, he quickly fixed his mistake. "If that's what I was going to do anyway." The blush in his cheeks was adorable. I wanted to say this sarcastic comment out loud but I needed to find out what was wrong with him. "Why were you going to cry in the woods?" As I said it I realized that we were in the forest. Oh god no. I pushed down my fear. My brother was more important than me. "That's not your concern." He said dryly. "You're my brother. Of course it's my concern." I retorted. "I hardly know you, you hardly know me, and not to mention that your brother hates me. You probably hate me. My life is just a mess so leave me alone. Please." He said with tears in his eyes. His speech almost made me want to cry myself. I didn't, though, because I don't cry. There is a quote that I remember from a song that I liked. "What happens when everyone who holds my hand gets cut from all the thorns." I know it's difficult to live with me and everything I entail. Hearing these words come out of one of the people who I missed the most, that I have nightmares about every night, makes me feel alone in this world. What am I supposed to do without my brother? I almost let him run, but then I remember what I'm here for and I press harder for the truth. "Did one of the boys hurt you?" I ask. I give him my best death glare to show that I'm not playing around. "Yeah it was one of the boys, but not the one that you would expect."
This took way too long to write but I promise I won't leave you hanging.