Who Knew It Was You? - Chapter Three by HappyClappyShit, literature
Literature
Who Knew It Was You? - Chapter Three
Who knew that it was you?
Chapter Three - Smurfs
Gerard's POV
I tentatively brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. This action was 20% to warm myself up a bit, and 80% cos i was embarrassed about the fact that i was naked. "Um..." i muttered, unsure what to do. I glanced round the alleyway, watching the boy from the corner of my eye.
"Stand up, we need to get you out of this rain and cold" smiled the boy, holding out his hand towards me. I blinked, staring at the hand for a second. Small thin fingers, their nails chewed and painted black and yellow. I reached out and slipped my hand into his, pulling my self up.
Perfection-Frerard-SPOILERS by HappyClappyShit, literature
Literature
Perfection-Frerard-SPOILERS
Perfection. What he yearned for. What he had wanted all his life. His perfect girl.
Don't start thinking he's a virgin or anything. He's not saving himself for her. He did consider it, but he thought that if he was really good at sex by the time he met her, it will make it all that more sweet. He's been with women. Plenty of times. But he had never had an emotional relationship. Ever. Non of the girls he met were quite right.
He liked a girl with sharp features. Distinctive cheekbones and so on. And bright red shoulder length hair left him weak at the knee's.He wanted a girl with eyes that entranced him and a personality that never got old.
Who Knew That It Was You? - Chapter Two by HappyClappyShit, literature
Literature
Who Knew That It Was You? - Chapter Two
Who knew that it was you?
Chapter Two-Shock and Nudity
Franks POV
Ugh. Rain, AGAIN. My beautifully straightened hair was going to be ruined then. It was no use pulling the hood round my head. This hoodie wasn't gonna do much but make it worse. I sighed and quickened my pace as a car drove past, illuminating an alley way. i glanced down to make sure no one was going to ambush me. I stopped dead and gasped. Holy moly. There, by the dumpster was a teenager, and he was completely naked. Or at least he might as well be, for the thin boxers he was wearing where wet through and basically invisible. Normally, he would have kept going down the str