Paul Zhy
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I'm alone in the auditorium. Everyone left, but I stayed because I felt the spark of inspiration, and I had to capture it. Sometimes ideas come and go, and I need to anchor them in my sketchbook. I'm so engrossed in this process that I almost miss the door clicking. I turn and see Tyler entering the room. He takes a chair from the nearby desk and puts it under the doorknob, locking the door. He strides to me, his face an unreadable mask, but I know him well enough to see the rage bubbling u
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Thank you! There's a couple more twists ahead
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I'm so mad I didn't come up with this twist myself ughhhh
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Thank you! Pete is not a sociopath, he's heartbroken. Please don't judge my son, he's just a human 🥺
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I wake up the next morning to an empty bed. I only have hazy memories of Dan and I having sex last night. I don't remember what I was saying, but there was this one moment where I wanted to leave. I then realized I didn't want to be just like Tyler after we did it the first time. So I stayed. Making Dan feel so used after he gave me everything I wanted would be a dick move. We cuddled, and I fell asleep in his arms. There may have been some pathetic crying involved. I really hope he isn't g
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I wipe away my tears and step outside. It's ironic how the weather reflects my mood right now: dark, ominous clouds covering the whole sky, gusty wind bending the trees. For a second, I hope a flood begins and washes me into oblivion. My wish is granted almost immediately and it starts to pour. Thunder rumbles nearby. I’m not scared, though. A dark part of me hopes that a lightning bolt strikes me down and ends all of my misery. It doesn't, though, so I just trudge forward. I don't even rem
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The crowd erupts all around me, the noise deafening. Tyler just scored. I guess our short trip the previous day gave him a boost of energy. We drove for hours, joking, taking pictures, and singing. I forced him to learn the lyrics to my song. It was fun. The less fun part was him making me go watch his soccer match, but the great boyfriend I am, I came to support him. Initially, I was daunted by the idea of spending two hours looking at twenty guys kicking a ball; nothing’s more boring to
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True. She might appear carefree, but she does care about Tyler. And what she asked for backfired. She deserves pity, unless she does something bad in the future...
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Peter did lose his friend, but he might have gained much more...
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It was all written in the stars. Peter couldn't fight the gravity of this temptation.
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Thank you, for a newbie author this praise means a lot As for Luna, what she has done so far is problematic, indeed, but give her the benefit of the doubt. She might have done the worst thing already. Or she hasn't...we'll see
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They are! But will they have their forever after? Stay tuned
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A few days later I invite Tyler over. Fortunately, he found some time in his schedule. Though, as soon as he came, he announced that he only had 1 hour and 15 minutes. We're now lying on the lounge chairs, staring at the sky. Tyler laughs and points at a cloud. “Ha! This one looks like a dick.” “You and your obsession with dicks,” I jab, smiling. “Hey, not fair! It really does. Look!” I kinda see it, if we're being honest. “You want ice cream?” “Yes, please.”
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Tyler is avoiding me. It's been a few days now. Well, that's par for the course. At least he didn't block me yet. I texted him a couple more times, apologizing and asking to talk. He read them but never replied, so I gave up. I did what I could to make amends. If he doesn't want it, so be it. Any relationship is a two-way street. If you’re the only one walking there, you can only expect to reach a dead end. After the classes are over, I take my favorite spot on the bleachers at the sta
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Thank you! 💜
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Fortunately, time flies, and the next day I find myself setting everything up while he's snooping around my room. "How do you have so many books?" he asks. "I know it's hard for you to wrap your head around it, since you don't know how to read." "Ha ha ha!" He replies in a flat tone. "I am a master of reading body language and hidden messages.” "Good for you.” I reply unimpressed. “Very helpful to know," he continues,"...who wants to be seduced." He gives me a meaningfu
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I’m sitting on the couch trying to will my arousal away, but I can’t help thinking about what is probably happening right now, just a few feet away from me. Do I want to say “fuck it” and just go join him? Hell yes, but too much is on the line, and it’s not just Luna. I fear for my sanity, even if it already feels like I’ve lost it for good. I need a distraction, and then I remember our plan to play video games. I launch the console and busy myself with searching for the right game.
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You are not wrong But what type of Rubicon that will be remains to be seen...
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stay tuned, there will be LOTS of twists and turns ahead 😉
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You have my permission to be judgy, she's selfish 😔
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Ah, don't we all know at this point what the main thing on his mind is 🤭
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Whatever I imagined coming there, wasn’t meant to happen. Tyler had other plans. When I arrive, he’s meeting me, holding a basketball. “Let’s go play a bit,” Tyler says. My eyes bug out at the implication. “No, thanks.” He pouts. “Oh, come on, it will be fun.” “Yeah, for you as you mop the floor with me.” He chuckles softly, and I bask in the sound before catching up with the fact that I am turning into a simp. Ugh. “I promise I will not go hard on you. Not until
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I'm drawing the lines that slowly form a face. A face painfully similar to one amber-eyed idiot that I like very much. I'm trying to capture his playful expression but can't really get it. I guess I need to invest more time in it. But it feels weird, this hidden little obsession. I try to channel my thoughts to Daniel, how sweet and amazing he is, but it just doesn’t click. I throw my pencil in frustration and plop on my bed. It's been a couple days since the disastrous pizza double date.
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Ten minutes later, we're sitting at a pizzeria. Daniel is beside me, whereas Luna and Tyler are on the other side. I turn to Daniel and grin, "So, we're taking Hawaiian, right?" His smile is bright, but it dims, as Tyler imitates vomiting sounds. “Passive-aggressive much?” Daniel asks calmly, as Tyler shrugs. “Ignore the eight-year-old” I grumble. "I'm not eight," he grins smugly, "but my dick is.” Awkward silence settles, “eight inches long, that is” he clarifies, helpfully. I
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He will not only ask, he will also do something Keep reading to learn what exactly!
