Private chatting thread
- Locked by Br0wnieBunny on Aug 6, '16 8:18pmReason: I'm going to be making a new personal thread and will no longer be posting in this one. I don't want to risk trolls being able to bump this thread for spam.
Thread Topic: Private chatting thread
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HELL NO
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HELL YES SLUT
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Oh gods
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have this ^ -
GUUURRRL DAT'S A SMEXY LOOK ON YOU
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Dainty tears rushed down the blonde man's face as he choked in breaths of stuffy air of the cramped trailer full of unpacked boxes. The only piece of furniture decorating the room was a dirty and beat up blue sofa that he had kept for a while now. You hated that sofa. It was the sofa you and him used to cuddle on before bed. But now it was that nasty old thing he cheated on you with. You could remember walking in on him and that other woman. She had silky strawberry ginger hair and beady green eyes. She was tall and wrapped into a bundle of arms, legs crossed as she stared at you in horror. America was busy kissing her neck until you stopped your feet, face trickling with tears before you stormed out of the house and he too was staring in shock.
"You remember that night! I do too! And I won't forget it!" you shouted at him, not caring when (h/c) bangs covered your (e/c) eyes as you stomped your feet like you did that exact night, almost like recreating the moment.
"I don't know what I was doing!" America sobbed, slobber slurring from the base of his bottom lip and tears straining his vision. "I was drunk o-or---or something!"
"OR SOMETHING?
"Yeah!" he whined, slipping away his cowlick and pushing it behind his ear. He knew he wasn't sounding believable. "Won't you stop and think about it?"
"No! You know what? NO! I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore! We're done! OVER! I'm leaving you and there's nothing you can do about it!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, dashing as fast as you could to the door. You tripped over a box, then shooed America away when he tried to help your bleeding foot and took off your shoe before stumbling back up again, ignoring the sting on your toes before running out.
America beckoned you back, still crying, but when he realized that it was no use, his arm fell back and slapped against his leg and he left it there as he stood in silence. -
*stomped your feet
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O-O;
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O______________O;
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I feel like I didn't get enough sleep last night.
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o^o
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OvO
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I have a
present for Carma!
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