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Forbidden Love
So Who Likes Me?
Iloved hated him, with a passion. HisGourgeous stupid hair, hisGourgeous stupid face, just hisGourgeous stupid…everything. I sat in my room writing a list of all the things Iloved hated about him. I sighed when I finished and looked at my list.
Reasons I hate Brendon Urie
1) His face
2)His hair
3)his…everything.
I growled and crumpled up My list. I hate that list. I hate this bus. I hate the world. And most of all, Ilove hate Brendon Urie. I got up and went to the living room pouting the entire way there where I saw Ryan.
“Hey buddy” He smiled.
“Hi” I responded and changed the channel.
“Hey I was watching that” he whined.
“Get over it” I mumbled.
“Well miss Grouchy pants, who burnt your tampon” he smiled. I gave him an evil death glare and he automatically stopped.
“What’s wrong” He asked sympathetically
“Nothing”
“Come on, tell me” he dragged out the sentence making it even more annoying.
“Well, I have this friend and…this friend likes someone older then them and they fight all the time even though I-..I mean they really have feelings for them” I said making it obvious winking and nudging every time I said “friend” or “them”.
“ Oh my god… Anthony like me? I didn’t even know he was gay!” He yelled. I punched him.
“It’s me you retard!” I whispered.
‘You like me?” he asked.
“No, Brendon!”
“Then who does Anthony like?”
“every existing girl in the world!”
“well then who likes me?”
“No one!”
“Well!” Ryan said pouting. I rolled my eyes.
“Ugh, just tell me what to do!” I whined.
“You could tell him” He said.
“Next idea” I said.
“Or, you can just flirt with him, if he flirts back it’s a 40- 60 chance he likes you” he explained them walked away.
“Thank you! That’s not a bad idea... Wait, am I the 40 percentage or the 60?” I asked chasing after him.
Reasons I hate Brendon Urie
1) His face
2)His hair
3)his…everything.
I growled and crumpled up My list. I hate that list. I hate this bus. I hate the world. And most of all, Ilove hate Brendon Urie. I got up and went to the living room pouting the entire way there where I saw Ryan.
“Hey buddy” He smiled.
“Hi” I responded and changed the channel.
“Hey I was watching that” he whined.
“Get over it” I mumbled.
“Well miss Grouchy pants, who burnt your tampon” he smiled. I gave him an evil death glare and he automatically stopped.
“What’s wrong” He asked sympathetically
“Nothing”
“Come on, tell me” he dragged out the sentence making it even more annoying.
“Well, I have this friend and…this friend likes someone older then them and they fight all the time even though I-..I mean they really have feelings for them” I said making it obvious winking and nudging every time I said “friend” or “them”.
“ Oh my god… Anthony like me? I didn’t even know he was gay!” He yelled. I punched him.
“It’s me you retard!” I whispered.
‘You like me?” he asked.
“No, Brendon!”
“Then who does Anthony like?”
“every existing girl in the world!”
“well then who likes me?”
“No one!”
“Well!” Ryan said pouting. I rolled my eyes.
“Ugh, just tell me what to do!” I whined.
“You could tell him” He said.
“Next idea” I said.
“Or, you can just flirt with him, if he flirts back it’s a 40- 60 chance he likes you” he explained them walked away.
“Thank you! That’s not a bad idea... Wait, am I the 40 percentage or the 60?” I asked chasing after him.
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Long over due! I'm extremly sorry to all the readers! Never again will i take this long to Update, I promise! And I'm extramly sorry it so short!comment and subcribe to show you forgive me? :) please? <3