Nagyon Megkedveltelek Nagyon Rövid Idő Alatt

Mielőtt megtudtam hogy létezel, fogalmam se volt arról, milyen várni a buszozást.

Tudod,

Míg nem ismertelek

Nem tudtam milyen szorongani buszraszálláskor

Mert sose voltam rosszul a buszon

De Te ezt is megváltoztattad

Mint annyi mindent...

Akárhányszor felugrik egy chatfej, azt remélem, a Tied az

Miazisten xDDD

Felnőttnek lenni = ha beteg vagy, magadnak főzöd a húslevest. Hát vége. Kimondtam az igazságot.

He doesn't like me? I'm okay with that

But I'm not sure if I can get along with it.

Nincs is rosszabb érzés

Mint harmadiknak meg kihagyottnak lenni

Köszi☺️

Igazán jól esik🙃

Amikor összenéztünk, feldobódott a napom.

Erre is csak Te vagy képes

Holnaptól pedig visszatérnek a menthal breakdownok, a sírva matakozás, a bossznakodva magolás...

Hú de várom🙃

Mulatós. Azt mondtad, azt szereted. Hát hallgatni is kezdtem. Olyannyira elmélyültem benne, hogy mire észbekaptam, máris Rád gondoltam szinte mindegyiknél.

Little Brother

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Jacob heard John’s wailing the moment he and Joseph hopped off the school bus and felt his stomach drop and an all too familiar feeling of dread creep through his body. Their neighbour, Mrs O’Grady, was sitting out on her porch, waiting for the boys to head down their driveway.

“Poor thing’s been crying all afternoon,” she said once they were in earshot, eyeing the two elder Seed siblings with concern. He prayed that it was an exaggeration, but Jacob knew it was more than likely the truth. His father worked days, his mother disappearing to god only knew where for hours at a time to escape from the miserable life she’d created for herself.

He could only hope that they’d stay gone until he, Joseph and John were all in bed and asleep. It was better that way, Old Man Seed wouldn’t have a chance to yell at him, and he wouldn’t have to listen to his mother’s pathetic sniffles as she stood by and did nothing.

Jacob just glared at Mrs O’Grady. “Mind your own fucking business,” he snarled, wrenching open the front door and marching inside, tossing his bag on the couch without a care. He’d fix it up later before his parents returned, but for now he had to focus on John.

Poor, crying John, left on his own for who knew how long. Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Jacob felt the familiar hatred rise in his stomach.

“Jacob…” Joseph began, eyeing his elder brother nervously. He wasn’t afraid of him, knew that Jacob would rather die than let anything happen to him or John, but he recognised that familiar set to his shoulders all too well, saw the rage, the wrath written clear as day across his face.

“I’ll take care of it, Joe.” 

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