ThatFangurlTho

Chapter one: The Arrival ´Haruno-chan will you please sit down for a moment!´ echoed it in the girl´s dorm. After this, a low rumbling sound broke the silence and it sounded like someone had tripped over something. ´Ouch.´ joined a young and soft voice of another women the noise. ´Because of this, I said, you should sit down. Time isn´t passing faster, even if you´re running back and forth the whole time.´ said the first voice of the older girl to the younger. Sachiko briefly looked at her roommate and shook hopelessly her head when Haruno started running again across the room. ´But Umemot

Sighing for the nth time, Miyuki glanced over to his right and saw you with a dreadful expression. “[F/N]-chan?” He called. You glanced up from the script you were reading and smiled softly towards your boyfriend. You could see the wonder gleam in his eyes and waved your hand in a careless manner. “It’s nothing,” You mumbled but that only caused his curiosity to grow. He got up from his seat and appeared by your side, peeking at the script you held. You panicked and tried to hide it but he easily grabbed it and held it high. “Oh, you have a kiss scene.” Gulping, you saw how his eyes darkened as t

Ahh, Kise is good for the soul :> No, not really. He is bad. Very, very bad. He will wreck you. Run. D: Is this confusing? I feel like it is. I'm working on making sure my chapters aren't a mess without giving away too much of the plot. T^T Warnings: Mature content consisting of sexual and violent situations and strong language. Characters are 18+                                                                                             ~*                                                                                      Part two: [here]                                                                                            

Everyone had their own drama.  Everyone had something that would keep them awake at night or mumbling in their sleep.  Jack would sometimes scream.  Blink would moan and mumble about someone named 'Maurice'.  Pie would jerk around, waving his hands in front of his face.  Bumlets would murmur prayers in Spanish.  Skittery...he had nothing.  Jake had soft sobs, Snoddy would bite his lip until it bled.  Mush would curl into a small ball.  But Skittery had nothing.  Because he had no drama of his own. He had been born Lafayette...Lafayette something.  He had already forgotten his last name.  His parents had died when he was a baby...he didn't re

           Why am I so nervous? No matter how he’ll respond, it will end the same way. Whether he returns my feelings or not I’ll be gone by morning. My footsteps down the moonlit sidewalk are quick and determined, as if portraying how badly I want to get this over with.            I wanted to do it somewhere more private but I have no choice but to confess at the celebration he’s throwing tonight. It’s become tradition for him to throw a party every time his volleyball team wins first at a tournament. As you can imagine, he throws quite a few. What makes these p