“Oh god…” “What?” He demanded. “What’s happening to you?” “I’m having a moment.” “You are?” Panic, anger, and confusion all filled his tone. “Holy shit, from what?” “From you, Gerard,” I groaned, fisting his drenched school shirt in my hand. “From you, because you just hit me with the feels train, okay?” “The feels train?” “Yes, the feels train, you big dick!” “Well, choo-choo,” he snapped back, tone laced with sarcasm as he pretended to yank on a horn. “Hop a-fucking-board, sweetheart. It’s about time you decided to join me. Considering I’ve been on the same damn feels train for years—” “Shut
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