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best and only chapter 3 end"I think I should go talk to him." Pip stated as he walked over to the closet to grab his coat. He felt guilty for what just happened. Damien could be a real jerk at times but he was the only one to stay by his side all these years. Even though people out-casted Pip, Damien still stayed with him. The only doubt in their friendship was that one incident when they were children when Damien set him on fire to impress the other boys.
The blond smiled a bit when he remembered when Damien apologized to him. It was a short, almost insincere apology but it meant the world to Pip. No one has ever apologized for their actions against him. Damien was the only one to truly care enough about him to realize that he's hurt him. That's what made him such a good friend. Thinking about all this made Pip realize that he couldn't possibly let him go.
He was about to walk out the door when he felt Christophe's strong grip on his arm, stopping him dead in his tracks. His large, callous hands gripped Pip's t
best and only chapter two"So who was that guy walking you home last week?" Damien asked Pip a few days later at school. He grinned and added;"Your boyfriend?" Pip blushed at Damien's comment, refusing to look up at the other boy and kept his eyes locked on the book in front of him. Pip tried his best not to respond, not wanting to humor Damien's rude antics with a reply.
Pip was able to avoid Damien all day. thankfully, they only had a few classes together. But Pip was forced to sit with him at lunch since he was to afraid of getting in trouble for skipping. The rule about not being able to leave campus during lunch never affected him until now. Pip silently cursed under his breath while he tried to ignore the other teen. Damien didn't like this.
Angrily, he banged his hands down on the table and glared at Pip. "Hey! I asked you a question! When I came to look for you I saw you walking with that guy, who was he?" Pip's eyes shot up to look at Damien with disbelief. 'He came to look for me?' Pip thought, shocke
best and onlyDamien was Pip's best and only friend. Though they have been friends since elementary school, Damien was still as mean to Pip as ever. At first, Pip thought it was his own fault, that he let's Damien get away with his rudeness towards him. But when he confronted Damien about it, he just denied ever being cruel to him and kept up with his relentless taunting. That's when Pip realized that Damien was completely oblivious to his own actions. He was so used to being this malice, hateful sadist that he doesn't even notice when he's hurt someone.
But today Damien's gone to far. Pip couldn't take his mindless taunting a second longer. He knew if he listened to just one more of Damien's insults, he would burst into tears. And he didn't want Damien to see him cry. He knew if he did see, he would just tease him more for being so weak. So Pip decided to run. While he was on his rant about how worthless the blond is, Pip ran out of Damien's room. He dashed down the stairs and to the front door. Fr
Revenge of PipSomewhere, some place, a woman blows her nose. She looks down at her soiled tissue and screams in gut wrenching terror! But who cares? Lets get on with this stupid story already!
The bedroom door swung open and young Stanley Marsh walked in. It was late Friday night and Stan just got home from yet another unsuccessful baseball game where the South Park Cows lost to the rivaling team. Not that Stan really gives a crap. Baseball sucks. If only his parents thought the same. They were so ashamed of their son that they went out to get pizza without him. But Stan was to exhausted to care. He was glad that he was left home alone so he could get some sleep.
Stan's bedroom was pitch dark, as was the rest of the house. He moved to turn on the lights. But he froze when he heard someone giggling. Eye's wide, he glanced around the room, trying to see through the dark to find the source of the giggling. He listened carefully to hear the sound again. All he heard was a muffled scream coming from the
the devil's bride no dressesPip furrowed his brow at himself in the mirror as three maids fussed over him. They all stood at his sides, slipping clothes over his thin frame and adjusting them to fit right. Pip felt uncomfortable letting somebody else dress him. He preferred the days where he would dress himself in the morning. Even more when he could undress himself at night, but that was Damien's job.
He wouldn't have minded as much if the maids were male. Maybe then he would be a little more comfortable letting them see him in nothing but his underwear. He also wouldn't mind if he were alowed to pick his own clothing.
He wouldn't mind so much wearing clothes Damien picked out for him. If only they weren't womens clothing. Ever since he got here he was forced into female clothes. And not only dresses. Most of his outfits included short shorts and tight shirts.
He only wore dresses on occasion.
The outfits he often wore were flashy and made him stand out. Pip hated standing out in a crowd. He hated it when all ey
ErasedWendy stared at the crackling bonfire that her and her friends had made in the dirt. She ignored the conversation of her friends around her and just gazed deeply into the flames. It was just getting dark out and the fire barely illuminated the area around their little group. The rest of Starks Pone was pitch black around them. Wendy's boyfriend, Stan, had one muscular arm slung around her shoulder.
She glanced up at him and felt her heart flutter. She loved the way his dark bangs hung over his icy blue eyes and the way his nose wrinkles when he laughs. Then again, Wendy loved everything about her boyfriend. He was so kind and sweet to her.
"You warm enough?" He asked her. It was a bit of a stupid question really. It was summer in South Park so the air around them was warm and comfortable. Not to mention that they were sitting so close to a blazing fire. But still, Wendy though it was nice that he asked. She smiled and cuddled into his chest. She could hear his heartbeat clearly though
Gruesome DIPDamien walked into his living room and smiled. He saw the back of Pip's head as he sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Damien ambled on over to him and wrapped his arms around Pip's long, slender neck from behind. Pip barely flinched at the sudden embrace. He didn't even turn his head to glance at Damien. He just continued to stare blankly at the TV.
He was so used to Damien randomly touching him that it didn't bother him anymore. He was now used to the cold, clammy feel of his boyfriend's hands.
Damien noticed that the TV was on mute. After realizing this, he let out a short laugh. 'It is perfectly understandable,' He thought. 'Why would he want to hear someone else's voice when he can't even hear his own?' Damien stood there, leaning over the couch with his arms around Pip's neck and read the subtitles at the bottom of the television screen.
Finally, Damien broke the almost eerie silence by leaning closer to Pip's ear and whispering; "It's not so bad is it? To be a mute?" He
happily never after CHIPHe ran a fingerless gloved hand through his unkempt dark hair. I could have sworn I saw a bit of dust brush off him as he scratched his head. Usually I would be repulsed by someone so filthy. But Christophe's rugged, dirty appearance seemed to fit him perfectly. His dirty, tight fitting dark clothes fit snugly on his toned sun kissed skin. I wondered how hard he works to maintain that chiseled body.
When I had first met this young man, I had instantly disliked him. He was arrogant, boorish and rude. He smoked and I have always hated the smell of smoke. And to top it all off, he was French. But as I got to know him, I realized that he was much more then a smoking Frenchmen. He was funny, nice and very alluring. I found myself being drawn to him.
Right now, we were talking outside the school. He was telling me jokes and making me laugh. I always had fun with him. I wished we could spend more time together. A long silence fell over us. Our eyes met awkwardly.
He stared down at me longingl
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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