Disclaimer: This work is of pure fiction with real life inspiration and any resemblance of the characters and settings to real life persons, events, circumstances, etc. is purely coincidental. This work involves the workings of love between consenting characters of teenage years and some stuff you might find offensive. If you are not a fan of this kind of literature, please proceed somewhere else. You know who you are and you should know whether or not to read this stuff. Think about the legal, moral and all those other shitty lines you might be crossing. This is not a quick jack off story. I do not own the lyrics to any song referred to in this story.
Now, seeing as you're enjoying Nifty's wonderful archive, maybe it's time you let Nifty enjoy a share of what you have. Dont be shy to click here >> Donate
A/N: I love cappuccino, but I love hot chocolate more:)
© kkrimson © Oran 2014
~Turning Fourteen~Hear the Stars Laugh
Wednesday - April 23, 2014
The worst thing about summer was the rising consumption of electricity. There was so much use for air conditioners and electric fans. Living near the equator, it wasn't really surprising. Even at night when there was no breeze passing through the open windows of our rooms, the air got so humid that by the time the sun came up, we'd be lying on our own puddles of sweat.
With the rising demand for electricity, supply can oftentimes fail to meet the needs of the households. That's when the worst thing happens. Before we knew it, we'd be having scheduled blackouts that lasted for two to four hours (sometimes six) per day. The power can suddenly be cut off in the morning or it gets disrupted at night when it gets so dark that the only light we see are dancing beams from flashlights. The whole neighbourhood would suddenly be bathed in these lights and it would look like a big dance club or something. The air got more humid and people would take off their clothes and go outside while cursing the power company at its failure to address the problem.
As for Alex and me, it only presented an opportunity.
"What time is it?" Alex asked.
"Almost 6pm," I answered while still playing with my mom's phone. She was kind enough to let me borrow it for a while.
"You have everything taken care of, right?"
Damn it. I almost got to 2048.
"Hurry it up," he nudged me.
"Almost there," I assured him and he moved closer and watched me play till our little plan would be set in motion.
"It's six already," he sighed. "They better hurry up."
"It'll come. Just..."
That's when all the lights went out. Except for the light that shone off my mom's phone, we were in complete darkness. Despite that, I could see Alex's grin as the battery meter of my mom's phone settled at 1% and after a couple more minutes, died away.
Complete darkness and it was awesome.
Alex pushed himself off our couch and slowly dragged me outside. By the time we reached the front door, our eyes adjusted well enough to the lack of light and I could finally see Alex's hand gripping my arm.
"Ssshh," he reminded me.
And that's how we snuck out of our house before getting everything we needed from the tree house and setting off into the dark horizon.
Somewhere up in space, that big mean satellite that tracked me was desperately trying to connect to my mom's phone. Sadly, darkness had already engulfed it.
We rode my bike to that familiar dirt road with a flashlight tied to the handle bars, facing forward. We started seeing lots of other kids coming out of their homes and inviting their friends for a little game of hide-and-seek or anything spooky they could come up with. There were lots of other people who sat on the pavement and waving their beams of light at the bike that passed by them in blinding speed.
My heart was pounding, the night was perfect and my mom was unaware of our little adventure. She'd know soon enough anyway.
When we got to that little untamed ground high above our neighbourhood, Alex took care of setting up our tent while I made sure to set up a nice patch where we could sit and be alone together. I turned on the electric lamp I brought and placed some stones around it so that it would still look like a campfire.
"That wasn't so bad," Alex said as he finished setting up our tent. "I'm so glad they cut off the power."
"You do understand that we can only do this once, right?" I told him. "My mom will find out and who knows what she'll make me do."
"Don't worry big bro. We'll stick to our plan and nothing will go wrong."
On a night as glorious as this, I could only begin to think of a million things going wrong. I smiled at Alex and gestured for him to sit beside me.
"Who knew the sky can be so bright," he thoughtfully said as I pulled him closer to me.
"I can hear the stars laughing."
"You can?" he asked curiously.
And so we kept quiet and listened.
After quite some time, Alex turned to me and was asking all sorts of questions with his eyes. I shrugged at him and pointed up above.
He looked up and that's when I poked a finger at his side, causing him to jump slightly and stifle a giggle.
"My star just giggled."
Soon, he was laughing real loud and drowned the eerie sounds of the night. The stars were laughing, but Alex laughed louder and sweeter.
"I wonder what Pau is doing right now," he whispered.
"I got a letter from her earlier."
"You did? What did she say?"
"You're up for another dance battle."
"But...she's so good and I'm still a beginner."
"So how come you beat her last time?"
Alex blushed and smiled sheepishly. He looked away from me and down to our lonely neighbourhood with dots of light moving through the streets. His face looked peaceful and the faint glow from the lamp in front of us made him look like a real angel.
"Okay," he decided. "Tell her I'll be ready."
Saturday - April 19, 2014
"What did you just say?" Pauline demanded and looked fiercely at Alex.
"I heard you say `poof'!" She looked at me and I could see tears in her eyes. "How dare you, Mico! Take back what you said!"
"We're boyfriends," I repeated. "I'm in love with him, Pau. And him, with me."
"But...but..."she stuttered and put a trembling hand on her mouth. Sometimes girls can be so dramatic, I thought to myself.
"Pau," I cautiously approached her and was about to pull her into a hug when she quickly stepped back and looked dreamily at me.
"I'm dreaming, right?" she asked. "This can't be real. It's just..."
"It's real. I'm sorry."
"No. This can't be real. It's just too good to be true."
I must've looked really dumbfounded in front of her who was giggling nonstop while a blush settled on her cheeks. She looked really cute and mischievous. Her hands were trembling not because she choked on her tears, but because she was almost on the verge of laughing out loud.
"Mico!" she beamed. "You're gay!"
She didn't sound hateful and disgusted.
Instead, she sounded like one of those fangirls you see and read about in animes and mangas. She kept twirling the ends of her long hair and blinking her eyes beautifully at me.
"Uhm," Alex sounded and Pauline immediately shifted her gaze to my lil' bro.
"He's cute," she whispered. "You look really cute together!"
"Pau...Are you okay?" I asked her.
"I'm in heaven!" she hollered. "Don't worry. I still love you, but...I've been dreaming my whole life to see real, live yaoi!"
"What's that?" Alex asked.
"That's the two of you," Pauline said. "So who's seme and uke?"
"Who's what?" I asked.
"Who's top, who's bottom?"
"Eeeww! Pau, that's gross!" I yelled before mouthing a `sorry' to Alex. "We'd like to keep it private, okay?"
She giggled some more and hurriedly sat beside Alex who looked more dumbfounded than me. She began hugging him and telling him all sorts of stories that I'm sure she read somewhere on the internet.
The rest of the morning was spent with a whole new atmosphere enveloping the three of us. It was warm, funny and it felt really good. Pauline was hogging Alex so I was left to play with Gumball.
When afternoon came and after my mom got home, Pauline decided that we should get to know each other more up in my tree house. Before we went out, I saw her send a knowing look to my mom. Judging from how my mom reacted, she must've thought that everything was fine and we weren't misbehaving and doing `abnormal' things.
Pauline was slowly turning into our confidante.
"One more dance, Mico," she told me as she set down her phone beside the hamster cage. "It'll be between Alex and me. Whoever wins gets to kiss you on the lips."
My mouth hung open, but no word ever came out. I saw Alex saying `no' while Pauline just urged me on with her long eyelashes.
"Okay," I finally said.
They had me sit on my mattress and Pauline started scanning through her library for the right tune. When she giggled, I knew she found the right music to make her sway her hips.
The music started out slow and Pauline began seducing me with her hips as her miniskirt went up a bit and let me take a peek at the pink fabric underneath. She was slow dancing and she was doing it very erotically.
I haven't slept at all in days It's been so long since we talked And I have been here many times I just don't know what I'm doing wrong
She moved slowly toward me like a cat. I think I even heard her purr and I'm sure Oreo and Mocha were also watching her intently. Glancing quickly toward Alex, I saw him gape his mouth. I can't blame him. Pauline was in her little world where only music flowed through her bloodstream. She had me mesmerized.
What can I do to make you love me What can I do to make you care
It was a few seconds later that I found her sitting on my lap. She held me closely against her and wrapped her arms around me. Her body swayed against my stiffening torso as her long hair brushed slightly on my cheeks.
"Mico," she whispered.
That's when she leaned in and placed a quick kiss on my cheek. She stood up again and turned her back toward me. I could see her sway her hips to and fro before settling on my lap again. What can I say to make you feel this What can I do to get you there
I felt it, alright. But it wasn't the same feeling that could get me there. It was just Pauline dancing on my lap, but she could get me nowhere near euphoria. Unlike Alex, who should have given me an aching boner by now, she only had me rapt by her charm and long eyelashes.
It was like that between us till the song ended. She kept giving me short kisses on my cheek while her delicate hands ran over my chest. Her butt swayed on my lap, but I didn't get hard at all. Not even once.
Maybe there's nothing more to say And in a funny way I'm calm Because the power is not mine I'm just going to let it fly
Fly away, you sweet scent of daisies. Be free and lure me no more.
Pauline smiled sadly at me as the song died down. She still sat on my lap, her eyes searching mine for something. I smiled gently at her and she finally got off and walked toward where Alex sat, still captivated by Pauline's charm.
And love me... love me...
"Your turn," she told Alex. "Pick a tune."
I didn't know what song Alex chose, but I guess he chose it by random. I could tell by the way he looked. He looked confusingly at me before turning to Pauline.
"I can't dance to this," he said.
"It's a nice song," she told him.
"But it's not for dancing."
"I don't mind," I told him and he blushed slightly before resetting the song back to the beginning.
"Sorry, big bro."
"I won't get to kiss you."
"Just believe in yourself," I assured him.
As the heavy tone of the piano set the mood for the song, Alex smiled sadly and started to awkwardly sit on my lap. He was fast becoming shy knowing that we were not alone, but I guess the song got into him and made him close his eyes.
Say something, I'm giving up on you I'll be the one, if you want me to Anywhere I would've followed you Say something, I'm giving up on you
It was a really sad song, but it moved Alex closer to me.
It was me who pulled him closer. I felt him tremble as he set his hands on my shoulders. I think he was unaware of how he slowly lifted me and something else inside my pants. He could just sit on my lap doing nothing and I'd be hard as soon as he returns my expectant look. His eyes were still closed, though. But I felt his chest against mine and...his warmth washed over me.
And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl
As far as I could tell, it was just us up in my tree house. I was sitting on my mattress, but it took no time and effort for me to pull Alex down and settle him on top of my chest. He opened his eyes and we didn't need to say anything to understand each other. That's just the way we worked, I guess. Him on top of me, me pulling him down. Somewhere in between, our hearts kept on pounding and it was all I could do not to suddenly kiss him.
And I will swallow my pride You're the one that I love And I'm saying...
"No," I quickly whispered, drowning the rest of the song.
"I love you too much."
I pulled him tightly and desperately held him. We kissed and it was the most gentle and electrifying connection I've made in my entire life. He didn't smell like daisies. He had a very unique fragrance all over him and I could tell that just from kissing him.
Rain. Thunder. Ocean Wind. Summer breeze. And even lemons.
That was Alex if I should ever describe the scent that enveloped him.
"Don't ever say goodbye," I told him.
It was the first time that I ever said the word `goodbye' to him. I can't be sure if he knew by now that I read his `diary' some time ago. There was something still hidden deep in the pools of his eyes. He smiled. It was reassuring, comforting and sweet.
"I won't," he told me. "Ever."
"That was...," Pauline started and it finally brought us back to reality. "...cheating!"
"Huh?" Alex and I said.
"You're not s'posed to kiss him yet!"
"I know he'd win, but you could've warned me before kissing him," she accused. "That was soooo cute!"
That's her fangirl side. Giggling too much. Blushing lightly. Eyes wide and sparkly.
And that's how Alex won his first dance battle.
"Another one off our list," I told Alex who was still looking up at the sky.
"Go out camping," he said, repeating the words written on the piece of paper we picked out earlier.
"When will the lights go back?"
"9pm, I guess," he answered. "Want to go inside our tent?"
I nodded and led the way inside our small tent. We didn't pack lots of things, only two sleeping bags and some snacks to fill our tummies with later. We just sat inside, staring at each other with the light from the electric lamp outside failing to penetrate the tent completely.
"I have an idea," Alex said and he looked really excited.
"Let's hear it."
"Before we finally pick out the `have sex with my boyfriend' thing, how bout we practice first?"
"Practice? What do you mean practice?"
"Will we take it slow or will you rip my clothes off before we even get to our room?"
He giggled and shifted closer to me.
"Will it be like this, big bro?"
He demonstrated what it was on his mind by placing one hand on my shoulder and carefully pulling on my shirt collar. His other hand brushed my lips and before I knew it, the hand on my shoulder travelled down to the hem of my shirt and pulled on it.
Alex pushed me down and brought my shirt up over my head. When I saw his eyes again after the fabric went over my face, he looked so mischievous and playful already. He smiled sweetly and innocently, though.
"Will it be this slow?" he whispered and went down to kiss me again.
"I...I don't mind," I told him.
His warm hands ran over my chest, trailing little hearts along the lines of my torso and circling a finger around my navel. It tickled. I didn't tell him that. I won't tell him where I'm ticklish because he'd surely take advantage of that.
"You're ticklish here!" he exclaimed.
"I am? Where?"
"Your bellybutton!" He laughed and started tickling me.
I couldn't hold and laughed along as well. I tried not to kick him off me, but I guess I must've been squirming too much and I ended up rolling both of us over before settling on top of him.
My laughter died down and Alex's giggles went away. Save for the sound of our breathing, there was nothing else we could her. He stared up at me, smiling sweetly and looking so innocent with his hair messed up.
"You laughed so hard," he told me.
"Oh yeah? Wait till I tie you up and tickle you senseless."
"I can't wait already."
I smiled back at him and leaned in to kiss his tasty lips. I loved him so much. My heart was pounding against his chest, my bare torso on top of his clothed one and our crotches rubbing against each other. He didn't even need to pull me down. He just lay there and I'd drown right on top of him.
"I love taking it slow," I whispered once we break the kiss.
So we took it slow. I removed his shirt and he submitted completely to my caress. He lay naked from the waist up before me and his skin looked so soft under the dim light. I moved down a bit before leaning in to take in the wonderful scent of his naked chest. It smelled like sweat mixed with something so sweet and so mild that it lingered long after I stopped inhaling.
I knelt above him and started tracing the outline of his small frame. He was so soft to touch and he even shifted a bit when I got to his sides. He was ticklish after all.
"Can you guess what underwear I'm wearing right now?" he asked.
"Is it that one with lightning?"
"Nope," he said. "Take a peek at it."
I moved a bit lower and started pulling the hems of his shorts. There was white fabric underneath. As I pulled his shorts inches lower, I was met with a very red circle that looked like a button directly above his hard on.
"Uhh...," I paused. "So, what does this button do?"
"I think it's like a jack-in-a-box," he said. "Something pops out when you push it."
"Really?" I giggled. "Can I push it?"
"You don't even have to ask, big bro."
I got off of Alex and he was looking so anxious when I began closing the distance between my face and his underwear. Slowly, the smell turned intoxicating.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm trying to push the button."
"Uhh...with your nose?"
He looked confused.
"With my tongue," I finally told him and I heard him laugh before I got the tip of my tongue against the fabric.
"That tickles!" he hollered.
I felt sure that the stars up above were trying their best to see what we were doing. I heard their voices. They sounded eager and even jealous that one star was getting so much stimulus on one part of his body. That one special star laughed the loudest.
The button worked its charm and Alex's hard on tried to push its way out from underneath. I pulled his undies down and was met yet again by the third most beautiful thing on Earth. First, there was Alex's eyes. Second was how he looked after I made him cum. And third, was the sight of his dick. Soft or hard, it was still stunning.
"Are you going to stare at it all night?"
"I'm painting a picture right now," I told him.
"A picture of my dick, no doubt."
"A masterpiece all by itself."
When I finished painting, I worked my way through his whole length, starting from his nuts before riding my tongue along his member. Alex moaning in no time and he seemed very impatient as he kept thrusting right against my nose. So much for taking it slow.
"You're just so good that I can't hold it long enough," he mumbled huskily.
I smiled. I got between his legs again and pulled his shorts off him. He kept staring at me, demanding me to get on with it. I couldn't agree more and before anything else could happen, I folded his legs and spread it apart to once again get acquainted with his virgin butthole.
"Time together isn't ever quite enough. When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home," I chanted and Alex listened carefully.
"Are you singing?"
"Trying to," I answered.
He smiled and looked thoughtful.
"So tell me, big bro," he whispered as my hand rested on his erection, twirling it a bit. "...do you wish we'd fall in love?"
"We already have," I told him and began to slowly stroke his member.
"Why are you so good to me?" he moaned.
"Coz you're always so good to me, too," I said. "...do you like what I'm doing?"
He breathed out `yes'. I just had my finger brush down the line of his butt, starting from his nuts down to where it ended before touching the ground. I did it slowly, making sure that Alex was enjoying it with each passing second.
I bent down and started licking the tip of his dick, still amazed at how I could never get tired of giving him a blowjob. I'm not sure if my...skills improved a lot ever since the first time I gave him head, but from how Alex kept moaning and thrusting, it was enough to assure me that he loved my tongue going under his foreskin and my mouth taking in his whole boyhood.
"Even down here," I whispered. "...you're being so good to me."
"Same here," he said.
His back bent upward and I carried him closer to me. I quickened my pace on his member after I gave him a quick and lustful rimming. He never stopped saying my name through his moans and grunts and I loved hearing all of it.
I knew he was almost over the edge when his hands grabbed my messed up hair and he pushed his dick deeper down my throat. He could've choked me to death, but he wasn't really that big to begin with. I'd rather keep his size a secret because I'm sure he'd never talk to me again if all of you knew about it.
Warmth filled the back of my throat. It felt familiar and different every time he came in my mouth. I could never anticipate it enough, but I keep looking forward to it.
"Still the best," he whispered and took his hands off my hair.
"Always," I told him and moved up to give him a taste of his own jizz.
It was almost a routine for both of us how I gave Alex a blowjob before he did it for me. I loved making him cum first. When it was my turn, he'd try to surpass how my tongue handled the curves and outline of his member. He was sweet like that.
"Stop trying to tickle me," I told him, stopping my giggles from escaping.
"I was just curious with how it feels when you're laughing and moaning at the same time," he said.
I couldn't describe the feeling well enough. He was trying to suck me dry, his one hand circling around my navel while his other hand traced my crack up and down and up and down before pushing in a finger into my butthole. With so many things going on and with my laughter mingling with my moans, I could never begin to describe the feeling.
"They should name an ice cream flavour after your cum," Alex suggested.
"Good idea," I said and giggled. "...and one after yours, too."
He smiled and went back to sucking me and before I knew it, he left me gasping again. He always sucked me dry. He was amazing.
Later, when we were back outside with the power still cut off, we chose to just keep silent and listen to nature. Our eyes drifted down our neighbourhood and we didn't need to say anything to understand how we're feeling.
We stayed that way till all the small houses in the distance got bathed in light once more. Block by block, corner by corner, fluorescent lights were trying to outshine the stars up above.
"They can't be brighter than you," I absentmindedly said.
"Those lights," I said as we looked at each other. "...and the stars. They can't be brighter than you."
"You're so sweet, big bro." He smiled. "I can say the same about you. You're literally my star here on Earth, but you're like a black hole, too."
"A black hole? Why?"
"Coz you draw me in so easily and I can't," he paused. "...no. I won't escape. Don't even want to.
"As if I'd let you."
The plan was to go back home in the morning without my mom suspecting a thing. That's really impossible, though. She could recharge her phone and track me easily. However, we made sure to leave my tracker up in my tree house and locked the trap door. Only I knew how to lock it from outside. She could just check in on me up there and perhaps think that I was already asleep and Alex went home.
When it was almost 10pm and after we had our fill of soda and some chips, we settled for the night with Alex's arm over my chest. We took off our shirts and shorts, but kept our undies on.
"I'd give anything to stay like this with you," he whispered.
"Me, too," I told him before thinking to myself, `Anything...but not to stop you from making all of this come true.'
"I have a confession to make, big bro."
I looked at him expectantly and waited for him to continue.
"I've kept a diary for so long now."
Then, that magic word sounded inside my head. `Poof'. The curtain was slowly revealing the trick before my eyes.
"A diary?" I asked.
"Yep. It's special to me."
"When...when did you start keeping it?"
"Wow...that's ages ago."
"I know," he mumbled. "I wanted to throw it several times already, but I just can't"
"I can never say goodbye to it."
I'm sure the curtains were drawn to the sides by now, but nothing was revealed. For one thing, he didn't refer to it as his `calendar'. But I couldn't be sure if he called it that. Maybe it was only Tom who insisted on calling it a `calendar'.
"I want to say goodbye to it already," Alex continued. "It's pointless to keep a diary."
"If you like keeping it, then it isn't pointless. Besides, a diary is so much better at listening than people."
He giggled and nodded. He shifted closer to me and brushed his thumb on my lips. It was warm and nice.
"You know why I can't throw it away?" he asked.
He sighed, took his hand off my lips and settled it back on my chest. He took his eyes off mine and looked reluctant to continue.
"A diary is the only thing we're entitled to keep to ourselves," he said. "...it's a secret written on every page."
"No one else should read it." He looked back at me. "You're not s'posed to read it."
"I know, but..."
"I can't throw it away coz someone else might find it and ruin everything."
I waited for him to slip and to tell me everything. However, he wasn't even dropping any hints if he was, indeed, referring to that long list down to December 28. And what was the deal with him sending it to Tom?
"Can you promise me one thing, big bro?"
"Don't listen to what anyone tells you about me."
"About you? What would they even say?"
"That I'm obsessed."
"With keeping you, but..."
I smiled warmly at him.
"But what?" I asked.
"My whole life's already laid out in front of me," he whispered, almost to himself. "I can't do anything, but I can still change it."
He was definitely talking about his `diary'. What else could he be talking about?
"Do you wanna change it?"
"I dunno," he answered. "If you want me to, I can."
"I don't even know what you're trying to change," I told him. "It's your diary. It's a secret you can keep."
He nodded gently and closed his eyes. A few seconds passed and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Okay," I mumbled and rolled over to my side to hug him before whispering, "I only want you to change one thing."
"Hmm...," he sounded and his breathing was already slowing down
"Make it last this time. Don't let it end so quickly."
We didn't kiss goodnight. We just fell asleep and waited for the sun to wake us up.
Wednesday - April 28, 2014
I never got to read his diary. We didn't even talk about it the morning after our camp out. There was no doubt that he was referring to the list I was reading right now on my phone.
Good things. He had written about good things. Those things, he didn't need to change. Only the entry that said `Goodbye' needed to be changed.
As planned, my mom didn't suspect a thing when I got home after our camp out. I made sure to be home before she was up and quickly pretended to still be sleeping when she called out to me. She didn't ask questions. She just gave me a serious and doubtful look.
Our small business was drawing in lots of customers and Alex seemed to be doing his magic as a culinary expert. His dance lessons were in the morning and in the afternoon, we were salesmen.
Tom's number popped up in my inbox again, just below Pau's messages telling me that she'd come over next week and that she missed Alex already. She didn't say anything about missing me. I think she got over me already.
*********69: u'r fuckin slow bro Me: what do u want? *********69: an ending for u Me: stop being a goddamn bastard and leave me alone *********69: how's ur boyfriend? Me: FUCK OFF *********69: hehe Me: what's so funny? *********69: u Me: me? *********69: fuckin slow Me: asshole *********69: let's practice Me: STFU *********69: May 3rd
Before I could send a reply, I quickly scanned my photo of Alex's diary. He was busy serving his prized creations and talking to several kids while I handled their payments. He didn't seem to notice that I kept texting on my phone.
May 3rd. Nothing was written about May 3rd.
*********69: Look up, and what do you see?
I looked up. Sunny with clouds scattered here and there.
*********69: A dagger unsheathed, set free
A fucking what?
*********69: Do you run away or stay?
Run away from what?
********69: An angel will fall, your star will sway
It sent shivers up my spine. An angel. My star. He was clearly referring to Alex. A dagger pointed right at Alex? What did he mean by that?
As I looked toward Alex who was giving a little girl her glass of halo-halo, I didn't see any danger around him. He looked carefree, happy and was beaming like the sun. He was just being himself.
"How much do we have, big bro?" he called out.
"A lot," I answered. "...and your customers keep pouring in. You're amazing."
"Thanks! But I think some of the girls keep coming back `coz of you."
"You're a handsome devil," he told me before walking toward me. As he got closer, he whispered, "My handsome devil."
I smiled at him and swatted him to get back to his work. Another group of kids were headed for our stand and they looked like they've been sweating a lot and could use something to cool themselves down.
*********69: u hav till may 3 and don't be so naïve
I stared blankly at my phone and waited for the next message I'm sure he'd send.
*********69: u only got the other half of his list
Other half or not, May 3rd posed a threat to my Alex. Whatever dagger was waiting for him out there, I'd stop it at whatever cost. I was his handsome devil. The demon he met halfway here on Earth. And I'd do everything to shield my angel.
~ End of Chapter ~
I can never say thank you enough for putting up with me :) And I've met yet another awesome person because of one of my stories and he's really cool and I'm glad to be his friend, like how happy I am to keep receiving your warm messages. Thank you!
Next chapter, a dagger is coming. Well, duh!
Oh, and please do check out my other finished story here:Singing Hearts
And this one's still ongoing: Measuring Love
And a new one I submitted last week: Captured
Anyway, send me your awesome messages here. It considerably warms my heart knowing you reached out to me in as much as how I reached out to you with my stories. firstname.lastname@example.org
With love and always wishing you the best, kkrimson. (Oran)