DatCreativeKid

So I was spending Valentine's Day like I would any other single person- snuggled up in a blanket watching RomComs while wallowing in self pity. My two friends came downstairs wearing their infamous sweatpants and sat next to me. Al took the remote from my hands and turned the Channel to MTV where Talk Dirty to Me was the next video. Al and Matt looked at each other before jumping off the couch and taking off their clothes. Matt had red boxers on while Al had pink ones. "Why pink?," I asked him. "Because real men wear pink," he answered while I rolled my eyes. He stuck out his hand signaling for me to get up and dance with them but I refused

Al says, "I." Matt says, "Am." (Name) says, "BORED. Seriously there is nothing to do and I'm hungry." Matt got his camera out just in case some kind of funny shit happened. "Yeah. Me too. Bitch go make me a sandwich," Al says. "Motherfucker." (Name) got out her nun chucks and started to beat Al with them. "Bitch *smack* you are *punch* going to *hit* make your own *brass knuckles* SANDWICH!" She is straddling his hip when she notices something hard down there. "Matt is he getting off on this," she asked him. "Um...Yeah," he replies. "Fuck Al," she yells. "Matt I'm going to make pancakes do you want any?," she asked him. "Sure," he answers. "

(Note: This is a sequel to Bored because we all know how you loved that.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I'm bored," I said while resting my head on Matt's shoulder. "Yeah. Didn't something similar to this happen a couple months ago?," he asked while trying to stay awake. "Yeah and Al became our Bitch because of it," I said with a smirk. "Whatever. It was worth it," Al said while flicking through the channels. "Whatever helps you sleep at night," I replied. "Hey (Name) why don't you lay down on me?," Al asked with a fake ass pout. "Because you would try to do something to me," I said while turnin

You raced down the alleyway, as fast as your little seven year old legs could take you, away from the older boys yelling mean things to you and laughing about it as you ran. They had their pet pitbulls with them on leashes, helping track you down and adding to their noise. Your leg muscles burned but you couldn't stop. If they caught you, they wouldn't let you go so you just ran. "(name)! (name)! Get back here ya little bitch! Come on! We just wanna play with you! The dogs do too! They're growling with excitement!" Your eyes stung from the threat of more tears but you shook your head. You pushed trash cans down to try and slow them but nothi

Those big blue eyes ... they were calling to you from across the room. They belonged to Matthew Williams, the quiet and kind of cute boy who sat in the corner of the lunch hall, smiling sweetly and cuddling a toy polar bear. You were about to wonder over and say hello, but his obnoxious brother Alfred had beaten you to it. Matthew's cute smile disappeared as Alfred took a seat next to him and began to talk loudly. Matthew hid his face in his folded arms on the table and you smiled I'd better rescue him You thought, smiling You got up out of your seat and made your way over. Alfred looked at you and smiled "Hey, Matt! Your girlfriend's here

{waking up too early maybe we should sleep in} -- As you slowly drip into a drowsy reality, you realize that it is, indeed Valentine’s Day; and that you are, indeed, cuddling with Matthieu Williams as usual. A slight smile tugs at your lips as you realize the position you are in. You feel his arms tighten you, trying to pull you closer if physically possible. Both of your legs are wrapped tightly around one of his, both of you laying on your sides and facing each other. It’s warm, and you can hear the rain outside of the house you two share. It’s soothing, and adds to the sleepy, lullaby affect that hangs in the air. You