Tyed

by L.J. Shen

For those who told me I could And for those who told me I couldn’t Here’s to chasing my dream, one word at a time.

The university is located between San Francisco, Oakland and my internal wish to kill myself.

If looks could kill, forensics would be all over these two. Everyone falls awkwardly silent.

My cheeks are so hot, I feel like I just got caught masturbating in a church.

Do him, Blaire. Do him for the both of us. I hear twins sometimes have a physical connection that allows them to feel the pain and pleasure of their sibling. Have a chain orgasm and teleport it to me, okay?”

“No, I took you out on a date because I want to fuck your brains out, among other things, and I know that the feeling is mutual. Unlike your buddy Shane, I don’t sugarcoat my intentions. I don’t want to be your friend. I have no interest in hanging out with you at the mall or choosing outfits with you or crap like that. I crave you. I want all of you, every single inch of you. And call it an only-child syndrome, but I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. SHARE.”

“Please get mad at me, Blaire. Kick me, punch me, curse at me, break shit. Throw me in the fucking doghouse and let me pay for what I’ve done. But please don’t walk out on me. I can’t change my past, but we can change my future.” He closes his eyes, sighing in despair.