Post by HENRY WALTON BRODY on Jul 24, 2013 2:51:01 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] i can live without you but without you i'll be miserable at best He was entirely too proud of himself in that moment. Finally he had ripped off the band aid, and moved out on his own. Sure his mother was sad, and so was his little sister, but it had been long enough. Young mister Brody needed to get out on his own. He had been saving up his money for quite some time in order to move out on his own, and he finally did. There he sat on his black leather sectional, arm placed coyly on the back, admiring the busy conversation floating around the room. He was proud, proud of what he had accomplished. Many might say, ”Brody, how did you afford all this cool shit?” And he’d simply reply, ”Work.” The blonde worked hard to get what he had. A lot of commission artwork was done, during all of his free time. The last month he was in high school wasn’t spent on graduation needs but instead on apartment searches and drawing. Henry worked his skinny ass off to get to where he was today. Music pumped through him as he took a gulp of his beer. Crystalline eyes focused on the face of his best friend. Good God she was beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. And as he thought to himself more and more, he realized that tonight was the night. On this eve, he was going to confess everything. That fucking terrified him. [div style="background-color: #F4F4F4; font-face:courier new; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; notes outfit & i'm so excited |
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