hello loveys! i seriously don't have the attention span to write out the full length stories I've been planing, so heres a new place where ill post my drabble that i have the patience to type out. Enjoy!
(for the entire story: i don't own TT. how sad.)
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Drabble #1: addiction?
I am NOT addicted. I swear I'm not. I just...like to see him, okay? sure, I make sure i see him every day, because i want to. so there.
So what if i feel like running my hands through his hair every time i see him! its not THAT weird. I have a strange obsession with his gorgeous emerald eyes. They're pretty! that alone is a good reason to stare at them. None of this is proof of obsession. Right?
If a day goes by and i haven't seen him, I'm sad. If i see him and i don't feel his arms around me, I'm depressed. If we have a moment alone and I don't feel his lips crushing mine, I'm cast into utter despair.
Shit. I'm addicted, aren't I?