Status: Anus.
Pull Out My Insides
Asher Hugo Ramsay
---Time Lapse---
And here we are, two weeks later. I'm almost at my little deadline and Dylan hasn't let me forget it. But every time I think about it, this huge wave of guilt just crashes over me. But I can't quit now--I have a reputation with Dylan to uphold. Yeah, that sounds horrible and I really don't want to do this, but I also don't want the whole school calling me a pussy even though it'd be okay, as long as I'm with Zara. From the past few weeks of being with her, I've found out a lot about her--her personality, that is. And as much as I hate to say it, I think that I may love really like Zara Alisa Randall.
God, how I wish that I didn't have to do this... but it's too late. But then again, if this bet wasn't made, then Zara and my relationship would never happen. Maybe when this all blows over, we can-- my thought stops short when I remember how fragile, yet hardheaded Zara is. We will never be together again after this. I groan and run my hands over my face, knowing that soon Zara and I will be over. Right now, it's the last thing I want to happen. But I can't just pussy out! I'm such an asshole.
As I go through my usual internet routine, I start dicking around on, not really paying attention until I realize that I see an ad for concert tickets. A concert for Zara's recently favorite band, Forever The Sickest Kids. Yeah, I'm not really that into them that much, but, what can I say? Their songs get into my head from time to time. Plus, I'd do anything for Zara... Two minutes later, the tickets are bought and a warm, fuzzy feeling fills up my stomach as I think of how excited Zara will be when I show the tickets to her. Oh, that girl...
Then my phone rings, claiming that I got a text, bringing me back into the real world and to my phone. I grimace as another reminder from Dylan comes onto my screen, making my insides boil in anger. I'm surprised that none of my other friends know about the bet, seeing as most of them talk to Dylan. I guess that he didn't tell them so that when it all comes out, people will talk about it more from the surprise of it. Thanks a fucking lot, Dylan. Although he is a great person and friend, he likes using people for his own little games. Especially people like Zara.
What surprised me the most is when I introduced Zara to my friends as my girlfriend and not many snide comments were made. Even Neva could keep her hole shut for a little while.
I open my phone up and send him a text.
To Dylan:
Yeah, Dylan, I fucking get it, okay? It'll happen. So just stop sending me all of these stupid fucking reminders.
And a few minutes, I get a response from him.
From Dylan:
Awwww, is the poor baby scared of a little challenge? Getting cold feet, Ash? You can always give up, ya know. But you'll just have to face a ruined reputation and the loss of 50 bucks.
Sometimes, that guy can be a real fucking douche bag.
And here we are, two weeks later. I'm almost at my little deadline and Dylan hasn't let me forget it. But every time I think about it, this huge wave of guilt just crashes over me. But I can't quit now--I have a reputation with Dylan to uphold. Yeah, that sounds horrible and I really don't want to do this, but I also don't want the whole school calling me a pussy even though it'd be okay, as long as I'm with Zara. From the past few weeks of being with her, I've found out a lot about her--her personality, that is. And as much as I hate to say it, I think that I may love really like Zara Alisa Randall.
God, how I wish that I didn't have to do this... but it's too late. But then again, if this bet wasn't made, then Zara and my relationship would never happen. Maybe when this all blows over, we can-- my thought stops short when I remember how fragile, yet hardheaded Zara is. We will never be together again after this. I groan and run my hands over my face, knowing that soon Zara and I will be over. Right now, it's the last thing I want to happen. But I can't just pussy out! I'm such an asshole.
As I go through my usual internet routine, I start dicking around on, not really paying attention until I realize that I see an ad for concert tickets. A concert for Zara's recently favorite band, Forever The Sickest Kids. Yeah, I'm not really that into them that much, but, what can I say? Their songs get into my head from time to time. Plus, I'd do anything for Zara... Two minutes later, the tickets are bought and a warm, fuzzy feeling fills up my stomach as I think of how excited Zara will be when I show the tickets to her. Oh, that girl...
Then my phone rings, claiming that I got a text, bringing me back into the real world and to my phone. I grimace as another reminder from Dylan comes onto my screen, making my insides boil in anger. I'm surprised that none of my other friends know about the bet, seeing as most of them talk to Dylan. I guess that he didn't tell them so that when it all comes out, people will talk about it more from the surprise of it. Thanks a fucking lot, Dylan. Although he is a great person and friend, he likes using people for his own little games. Especially people like Zara.
What surprised me the most is when I introduced Zara to my friends as my girlfriend and not many snide comments were made. Even Neva could keep her hole shut for a little while.
I open my phone up and send him a text.
To Dylan:
Yeah, Dylan, I fucking get it, okay? It'll happen. So just stop sending me all of these stupid fucking reminders.
And a few minutes, I get a response from him.
From Dylan:
Awwww, is the poor baby scared of a little challenge? Getting cold feet, Ash? You can always give up, ya know. But you'll just have to face a ruined reputation and the loss of 50 bucks.
Sometimes, that guy can be a real fucking douche bag.
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(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ Dylan is such a douche. But he gets better, I promise, you guise.So, I'm not going to delve into the concert part, seeing as the only concert I've been to was a Fleet Foxes concert. At night. Inside a theatre. And shit. I dunno. No one really comes through Alabama. But now that I'm in Texas... maybe I'll start going to more concerts :DD So, yeah, I'm not going to delve that deep into the concert, because the important part comes after the concert. If you catch my drift ;D Next chapter maybe you guiseeeee c: If you're lucky, I might even write a... sex scene... DUN DUN DUN! I'm not very good at them... so beware. Yeah.... Uh... I think there was something else I was gonna say... but I can't remember... Uh... OH YEAH! The whole concert part is fictional, I don't even keep up with concerts because I'm too lazy. So I don't when concerts are and shit. So... uh... Comment? Rate? Something?