moonlover4ever

You were dumbfounded, both boys looking at you, an expression of worry over their faces. It was all you could do to keep a straight face, what the hell was wrong with you?! This was some fucking paranormal movie shit, not something your mind could fucking manifest! "It's not on at all?" "No, it's not even plugged in" Dahvie stood, walking over to where the phone was and pulling it away, a cord easily flailing after it, not plugged into anything. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, not sure what to do. "I'm not lying, I promise!" You almost shouted, feeling exposed and accused. Both men went up to you, nothing but concern written ac

"Richard was so excited when I told him!" "Of course he was! Anyone would be happy to be expecting a baby from you!" "Aw, thanks, mom! I don't know whether we should find out the gender though" "Well, if you don't then the room could be painted the wrong color" "I could just make it yellow or green though" "No grand daughter of mine will have such a boyish room!" "If you say so , mom" Voices flooded the space, happy people conversing to one another, casually touching each other since they didn't have to be afraid. You sunk closer to your cup of coffee, the warmth touching your chin, you continuing to eavesdrop. "I don't know, what color wer

Your birthday was fantastic, you'd gone out, had a classy birthday, went home, got trashed with everyone, and passed out on the couch yet again, something that was starting to become a habit. Everything was so chill, you didn't even know what to do with yourself you felt like you were on drugs most the time because of how good everything seemed to be going. The bad feeling was still there but had only intensified, something bad had to happen. Lives weren't so dreamlike and perfect, so something bad had to happen to keep the planets aligned or something like that, right? You shook your head, turning your attention back to a movie you were wa

A few mothes had passed since everything had gone down and in that time, you'd had a pretty productive existance. You'd gone on tour as a merch boy with blood on the dance floor, managed to get another job as a makeup artist, it becomming a hobby of yours recently. You'd met more people, made friends outside of blood manor, everything seemed to be like a dream. You woke up every day happy to be alive, happy to be who you were rather than some facade you'd created. Right now you were getting ready so you could go out withjyy, whowas taking you out one on one tonight rather than a group party. Yo had no idea wherehe was planning on taking you,

"The jury has found the accused Robert Selcoz guilty. He will be sentenced to 80 years of imprisonment with no probation on accounts of rape, prostitution, multiple cases of abuse, as well as possession and distribution of illegal substances. The current court is dismissed, next case." Your heart fluttered in happiness, he was fucking guilty, goddamn mother fucker, he was gone! He shot you a shitty look as cops lugged him away. Your grin faded quickly, remebering how you were next to find out whether you'd be emancipated or not. You couldn't stand going back to live with your parents, you'd rather still live with- no. No you wouldn't. You st

Jayy had told no lie about coming soon. He had bursted through the door and had an intensely long conversation with the officer- him asking for all the details. He wwas begginning to feel like more of concerned parent than a guy you'd fucked and engaged in a relationship with. All that mattered was that you were allowed to go home with him, which left you inside the car, fat drops of rain pounding at the roof of it. You gazed out of the car, dread filled up in your stomach. This was going to be an awkward conversation. "Show me your neck." He was the first to speak, his voice shakey- was he crying?! You looked up in his eyes, and the brown