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Stay With MeCould the scene before her possibly be from another dimension?Stay With Me by Silent-Fermata
Even such a lame thought, something so incredibly preposterous, made more sense than what her eyes were leading her to believe...
She kept one hand pressed against his door as her hazel eye widened another sniffle wheezing from his throat.
The living room was dark, save but for a few rainy day dim rays that seeped in through cracks in the window blinds.
The brunette, petite teenager watched in utter bafflement as the curled up lump on the couch remained motionless, another broken sob emerging from his silhouette in the dark grey-hued room.
She didn't dare move, she didn't dare let him know that she was here, watching him in such a small, weak, state.
If he knew she was watching him right now... he'd... well, he'd...
She gulped at the thought of an angry Silver.
Worry filled her wide orbs as she stared at the redhead, huddled on his couch, back turned. He'd be angry... but she could not just leave him here, alone.
Her free h
Pikachu2019 reacts to 2 girls 1 cupWe all know about this nasty video.Pikachu2019 reacts to 2 girls 1 cup by pikachuandpichu106
And if you don't know of this video whatever you do,don't watch it.Seriously don't.
After i watching i had a stomach pain,well at least i'm fine now.
Say You Like Me"Why does everyday have to be so bland?"Say You Like Me by Silent-Fermata
The brunette lazily drummed the end of his pencil against the desk, enjoying the quiet, steady, hum it created. He placed his chin in his palm, bright green eyes darting around as the same old people flooded into the classroom. He only scoffed as he watched the exact same people mindlessly prattle about the exact same things. Every day, all the same things with the same people.
He sighed as he called his teacher running in late- just as expected. He was always late.
The classroom quieted down as people found their assigned seats and sat, awaiting for the day's lecture.
And, just as usual, the teacher froze and spun around right at 8:00 a.m. with that same, cheesy air of false dramatics.
"All right class. Today we'll talk about Shakespeare's use of Iambic Pentameter-"
All eyes, even the bored male's, turned to the exact spot- the open door.
None could see the culprit who pushed it open but the teacher, so all necks craned t