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| My Darkest Hour; Het - Cliff/OFC Dave/OFC | |
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| Dave's Girl | June 30, 2012, 1:47 pm Post #166 |
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Sanity is entirely overrated...
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@Gio: Yes, let's hope Kat doesn't get her heart broken! It might be inevitable though. ![]() @Lucifer's Angel: Glad you're still liking it! ![]() @Wishful: Yes, Dave is definitely a shit bag sometimes. And exactly, let's hope the neighbors don't spy Kat trying to get into her room! @Lilith: Dave is always hot. Why is there no Dave living by me? lol And I know, the poor girl doesn't deserve to be crushed. =/@CarpeDiemBaby: Haha, yes, Kat is innocent and Dave is...not so innocent. Thank you so much for reading! Here's more!Chapter XXXII Jumping over smashed beer bottles and moldy pizza crusts, I chase after Dave as he jumps onto the bed and holds my bra and panties out to me tantalizingly. Giving him a glare, I jump up onto the bed as well and try to snatch them away from Dave. At the last moment, Dave pulls them out of my reach, causing me to go crashing onto the bed face first. As soon as I've flopped onto the bed, Dave turns me around so I'm lying on my back looking up at him. Dave straddles me and leans down to my ear as he whispers, "Guess you lost the game, bitch." "Dave!" I pout, sticking out my lower lip and trying to ignore just how hot Dave looks when he's kneeling above me with his naked body gleaming in the light. "You know I have to get home before my parents freak out. If they realize I'm missing, they'll probably think I've been kidnapped and call the police or something." Dave pouts as well at my words, but drops my bra and panties next to me as he rolls off of me and murmurs, "Okay, okay, you win. You're gonna have to pay me back for this though." I grab my underclothes quickly before Dave can change his mind about giving them to me. Quickly dressing in them, I half-listen to Dave and ask dubiously, "What do you want from me?" "Hm..." Dave muses, clearly having too much fun watching me dress. A moment later, his eyes light up and he says, "I want you to figure out what a blowjob is and give me one sometime at school tomorrow. It's about time you put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use." Now dressed in my bra and panties, I look around the room for my dress. As I scan the floor, I ask, "What is a blowjob? You could just tell me." "I could just tell you," Dave nods, "But that's no fun. Find out what it is on your own. Look it up on the fucking computer or something. Say, are you looking for this?" I look over my shoulder and find that Dave is holding my dress. Unfortunately, it no longer looks much like a dress though. Instead it looks like a piece of black cloth that's been ripped in half. Shit! What am I going to do now? I clearly can't walk out of here in my undergarments. "You can wear this," Dave tosses me a long shirt of his. "This should fit you good enough. You can change when you get home." I don't particularly want to wear Dave's clothes, but what the hell? I should be grateful to have something to wear. Quickly shrugging the shirt over my shoulders, I button it up and then give Dave a guilty look as I ask, "Um...how am I supposed to get home?" Dave glances down at me and notices that my black bra shows through my thin shirt. Smirking slightly, he says, "I suppose you can't walk home like that, can you? Well, I'm sure if you ask Matt for a ride, he'll drive you back home." "Matt?" I echo, not really wanting to drive home with Matt of all people! "You heard me right," Dave says casually as he lays back down on the bed and fluffs his hair with one hand. Noticing my dubious expression, Dave adds, "Don't worry. Matt won't touch you. I've already given him a fuckin' lecture about laying a hand on any of my girls." "Girls?" I echo once more, feeling queasy at the thought of driving home with Matt and at the thought of Dave sleeping with other girls. How many of these 'other girls' are there? "Yeah," Dave shrugs his shoulders as if it's no big deal before he glances at the clock and changes the subject, saying, "You should probably get the hell out of here now. If you wait much longer, you'll miss school and get yourself into all kinds of shit." "Um, okay," I say reluctantly as I start towards the door. Last night was fun, but this morning is not turning out to be so great. The last thing I want to do is share a car with Matt! Unfortunately, he's the only way I can get home. Damn it. As I let myself out of Dave's apartment and step into the hallway, I'm thinking that this situation really can't get any more awkward! It's before seven in the morning and I'm running around in one of Dave's long shirts, my bra, and panties. The shirt barely covers my panties and makes me look half-naked. Damn Dave for shredding my dress last night! For every good thing in life, I guess there are always some bad things. Right now, I'm experiencing the bad things. Praying that nobody will step out of their apartment rooms right now, I scurry to the stairs and run down them two at a time. I'm not at all looking forwards to the ride home with Matt, but he's my only way out of here. Pushing flying, matted hair out of my eyes, I step around the corner and into the lobby of the apartment building. Thankfully, nobody is in sight except for Matt. Blushing bright red, I step over to the desk Matt is leaning on and say tentatively, "Hey. Um...Dave said that maybe you could drive me home?" Matt jerks up and what I see is not the Matt I knew from the other day. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks extremely pissed off. Matt must be bipolar or something because he glares at me and snaps, "Who are you? I don't recognize you. Don't you know what time it is? It's fuckin' seven am!" Taken aback, I blink and realize that I'm in another bad situation. How can this be the same Matt who was flirting shamelessly with me last week? Offering him a weak smile, I say, "Um, I'm Kat. We met last week when Dave brought me to his apartment. Is there any way you could drive me home?" "Why do you need to be driven home?" Matt snaps, looking extremely annoyed. I'm thinking now that he's having a hangover, but it's hard to tell. Bloodshot eyes focused on the ground instead of at me as Matt asks, "Can't you just take a bus or walk home?" I look down at my makeshift outfit and shake my head as I state the obvious, "No, not really." "And why the hell not?" Matt asks, finally flicking his angry eyes from the ground to me. He looks me over and then realizes how bad my situation is. Sighing, Matt steps away from the desk and says, "Okay, okay, I guess I can drive you home. C'mon, girl." Really quite grateful that Matt has agreed to this, I immediately start after him and walk directly behind him as we step out of the apartment and into the parking lot. I don't want to be seen in this makeshift outfit. That would be pretty embarrassing. Thankfully, nobody looks at me and I enter Matt's pitch black car without incident. A moment later, Matt starts the car and we're off. "Where do you live?" Matt asks as he pulls onto the street, trying to blink sleep from his eyes. "Summer Hill Lane," I say immediately. There's a moment's silence and although I don't like Matt, I figure I should probably thank him for this. This drive home is saving me from getting into a hell of a lot of trouble. Clearing my throat, I say awkwardly, "Uh, Matt? Thank you for driving me home." Matt sends me a look out of the corner of his eye and he appears to relax just a bit. Nodding, he says, "Yeah, it's alright. It ain't your fault I have to drive you home, I suppose. I just don't see why I have to be the chauffeur for all of Dave's girls! It feels like I'm driving home a drunk chick every other day." "I'm not drunk," I say quickly before I think about Matt's words and feel my stomach knot up inside me again. What does that mean about Matt driving Dave's girls home so often? Frowning, I fiddle with my hands and ask, "Does Dave have a lot of girlfriends then?" "Uh, Kat? We're talking about Dave Mustaine here. What do you think?" Matt asks, sending me an incredulous look. I blush and shrug, honestly having no idea what that means. Matt sighs and gets a sympathetic look on his face as he says, "Oh, I remember you know. You're that preachy girl, right?" "Kinda. I'm the preacher's daughter," I tell Matt, not really liking to be referred to as the preachy girl. I don't see what this has to do with anything though and so I go on, "What does this have to do with Dave though? Does he have a lot of girlfriends?" "Babe, every girl wants to get into bed with Dave. What do you think?" Matt says, rolling his eyes. I frown, unsure to what to make of this information. I can feel Matt still staring at me. A moment later he dares to go on and asks, "Did you sleep with him last night?" I frown and look at my feet. The emotions inside me are tumultuous and I'm not sure what to think anymore. Having sex with Dave at the time felt so right. Now, I'm not so sure it was the right decision though. Just how many girlfriends does Dave have? He's dumped all these girls since he met me, right? "Never mind, don't answer that. I can see the answer in your eyes," Matt admits as he sends me a slanted look. "Honey, Dave's not a nice guy. He fucks different chicks every other night. You can't expect him to want to get into a serious relationship with you just because you two slept together." Okay, I'm honestly starting to feel sick by now. Why didn't Dave tell me any of this? I glance over at Matt and see that he looks truly sympathetic when he meets my eyes. I chew on my lip and try to reassure myself as I say, "Dave took me to prom though and we've been through a lot together." "Believe what you want," Matt shrugs his shoulders as he glances out the window and asks, "What one is your house?" I jerk my head up and am surprised to see that we're already in my neighborhood. Either Matt is a really fast driver or I've been so distracted that I haven't paid any attention to the time that has passed since I got into the car. Looking around, I spot the familiar small house up ahead and point to it, saying, "That one." Matt slows the car down and parks outside of my house. He seems to be much less grumpy now. He's probably just not a morning person. Unlocking the car doors, Matt turns to me and says, "Seeya, Kat. If you ever want some company, feel free to stop by the apartment." "Right," I say, rolling my eyes at him. Apparently, Matt's still trying to get in my pants just like before. Hoping that mother and Lisa are not looking out the window, I slip out of the car and tiptoe into our yard. I run across the soft, dewy grass and find that my window is still open. That's good. There is one problem though. How am I going to get back into my room? The window is a few feet above the ground and I can't just slide into it. I stand outside my window for a good five minutes as I try to come up with an idea of how to get back into my bedroom. Unfortunately, no ideas come to me. I'm kind of stuck. The only way I can get through the window is if I try and push myself up over the window ledge and through the window. Well, it's just going to have to work. I place my hands on the window sill and push off from the ground. I manage to get my hands through the window, but the rest of me is dangling outside of the window. Talk about awkwardness! Just as I'm trying to figure out whether or not I can pull the rest of myself through the window or not, I hear a knocking coming from the opposite side of my bedroom door. Oh shit! To be continued... |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | June 30, 2012, 2:16 pm Post #167 |
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Oh no poor Kat She's in love with Dave and he's such a bastard! (a sexy one )Hope she can get into the room before somebody else do it! MORE PLEASE!!!
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| cmania | June 30, 2012, 3:09 pm Post #168 |
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I just finisshed to read all the chapters huh feeling tired and addicted i never read any dave fic before Can i have hopes that may be .. dave could like kat ( pretty name I´m cat lol) he could like her one day ... more
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| Lilith | June 30, 2012, 3:44 pm Post #169 |
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Oh, poor Kat! She is so innocent it hurts! ;_; lol It's poignant but yet you just can't help to love her, and worry with her how she's gonna survive the next awkward situation she puts herself in. lol lol xD And Dave... oh, fucker! He is sooo bad taking advantage of her like thaaaaat! And yet he is irresistible! Asshole! xD This is so good, more! I need to know how she gets into her room, poor Kat! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | June 30, 2012, 3:57 pm Post #170 |
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I agree, Dave is a sexy bastard You know what they say about the bad boys turning good girls bad
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| Ozone_Baby923 | July 1, 2012, 2:43 am Post #171 |
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Oh!! Poor Kat!! I know how she feels! Stupid (and sensual) Dave! you're such a (sexy) jerk -.-'' I hope she won't get any trouble!! D: MOOOOREEE!! :DD :horns2 |
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| Wishful | July 1, 2012, 7:28 am Post #172 |
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| Gio | July 1, 2012, 12:02 pm Post #173 |
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Hope evrything turns out right.
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| Dave's Girl | July 1, 2012, 1:42 pm Post #174 |
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@CarpeDiemBaby: Hehe, yes, Dave is definitely a sexy bastard. Thank you for reading!@Cmania: Oh my, thank you so much for taking the time to read this whole fic! It makes me so excited to have a new reader! I really hope you keep reading. Thanks again!@Gio: Me too! We'll see what happens in this chapter. ![]() @Wishful: Haha, that's true! Kat is in trouble! @Ozone_Baby923: Yay, you caught up! Thanks so much! And yes, Dave is such a sexy jerk, haha. Here's more!@Lucifer's Angel: Indeed he is! And yes I do, hehe. Thanks for the review!@Lilith: I know! Poor Kat is so innocent and it's clear she has no idea what Dave might really be up to! And yes, Dave is definitely taking advantage of her! She should punish Dave. xD Thank you for reading! Chapter XXXIII "Kat? Kat, what are you doing? Mother says you need to get up right now!" Lisa's shrill voice calls from the other side of the door. My fingers grow slippery and start sliding along the window sill. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't fall right now. I need to get into my room before Lisa bursts in! Biting my lip, I use all my strength and try to heave myself over the window ledge. It's a lot harder to do than you'd think. I hope Lisa will just go away, but I still haven't heard her retreating footsteps. "Katherine, why aren't you answering me?" Lisa demands, not going away like I wish she would. I still don't answer Lisa and use my remaining strength to pull myself through the window. I slide across the window ledge a bit awkwardly and tumble into bed just as Lisa unlocks my bedroom door (yes, mother gave her the damn key to my bedroom because she trusts Lisa more than me) and pulls it open. Landing in bed with a soft thump, I pull the sheets up to my chest and hope that Lisa didn't see me toppling from the window into the bed. "Kat!" Lisa groans as she sees me in bed. "Why couldn't you answer me, huh? And why's your window open? It's really cold outside." "Uh...it's not cold outside. It's the middle of May," I point out, hoping that I don't look guilty. "Anyways, I'm sick. I thought I might have a fever and so I thought some fresh air might be good for me. God, is a person not even allowed to open their own window around here?" Lisa frowns and says, "It's not my rule. Anyways, hurry up. We have to get to school in five minutes and mother wants you to eat breakfast before you go." "Okay, okay, get out then," I shoo Lisa out of my room as I cuss under my breath. Why must mother always be so concerned about breakfast of all things? I hate oatmeal so much. Somedays even the smell of it makes me want to through up. Right now, I don't have time to worry about oatmeal though. I just have to concentrate on getting ready for school. Not paying much attention to what I'm grabbing out of my drawers, I yank out a sweater and a pair of pants. Without bothering to check what color they are, I tug Dave's shirt off and dress in the new clothes. I rake the hairbrush through my hair, am glad to see that my makeup from last night has already been wiped off on its own, and then I start towards the door. A moment later, I'm in the kitchen and am ready to escape to school without getting stopped by mother and the dreaded oatmeal. Unfortunately, just as I sling my schoolbag over my shoulder, mother stops me and complains, "Katherine, you didn't eat any breakfast. Here, eat this granola bar on your way to school." Seeing that I have no choice, I reluctantly take the granola bar from mother and shove it into my school bag with no intention of eating it. As I'm doing this, mother takes a good look at my face and frowns. Crossing her arms, she asks, "Are you sick? Your eyes look awfully puffy." "Maybe, I dunno," I mumble, deciding that now is the perfect time to get the hell out of here. Before mother can say anything more, I open the door and wave to her quickly before running out to the street. That's when I realize something is wrong. Abi's car isn't parked in my driveway. Where could she be? Hoping that Abi is just going to be a few minutes late, I pace up and down the driveway. Five minutes pass and there's still no sign of Abi. By now, I'm starting to get a bit worried about her. Where could she be? In all the years in which Abi has driven me to school, she's never been this late before. Finally, just when I'm thinking about giving up on her, Abi's familiar car rolls into the driveway. I immediately sprint towards the car and hoist myself inside it. As I drop my school bag onto the floor, I realize Abi isn't looking at me. Her face is pale and her eyes look scared. Something's really not right here. Without saying a word, Abi steps on the gas pedal and we're off to school. I wait for a moment, hoping that Abi's just playing some sort of weird joke on me. Unfortunately, Abi doesn't play jokes though. Something is seriously wrong. I wish she'd say something, but her lips are sealed tight. I guess it's up to me to start a conversation. "Um, Abi? What's going on?" I ask worriedly, reaching over and putting a hand on my friend's shoulder. "Are you alright?" Abi stiffens and shrugs her shoulders. She parts her lips just a bit and murmurs, "Yes." I frown, knowing that this is definitely a lie. I try to figure out what could possibly be wrong, but my mind is already in too much turmoil after my night with Dave to think straight. Suddenly, I have an idea and ask, "Abi, is this about prom?" A long silence fills the car. Abi's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel and she gazes straight ahead of her. Finally, I hear one word, "Maybe." A queasy, sick feeling forms inside me as I realize what this is all about. Abi's face is still ghostly white and she refuses to say any more as she stares out of the window and drives us to school. Even though I'm pretty sure that I know exactly what happened last night, I take a deep breath and ask Abi, "When you say that this is about prom, did you and Michael...um...do it?" Abi stiffens at my words. She purposefully turns her head away from me so her short blonde hair falls into her eyes and I can't see her face. There's a long moment of silence during which I'm pretty sure that Abi is not going to answer me. However, she finally takes a shuddering breath and nods. Despite the fact that she says nothing, her body language says it all. "Oh, Abi, I'm so sorry!" I exclaim as she confirms the truth. I want to hug her and hold her close to me to reassure her that she's safe now, but I can't really do that when she's driving. Still though, I want to do something. Gazing at my best friend with concern, I say probably the worst thing I could have said and ask, "I'm guessing you didn't mean to?" Abi suddenly turns on me and I see fire in her eyes as she glares and confirms, "Of course I didn't mean to, Kat! You know what the bible tells us. We're supposed to save our virginity for the man we marry. I'm never going to marry Michael. Never! He's a sick and twisted person and got me really drunk. I can't believe I didn't see it before." I wish I had the right words for this particular moment, but I'm honestly not sure what to say to Abi. What do you say to someone who's going through painful regret that you've never experienced before? I want to help Abi, but I don't know what to say. I just nod at her sadly and say, "Well, I'm here for you now. I know I'm too late, but I won't let anything like this happen again." "T-thanks, Kat," Abi says in a trembling voice as her face softens slightly. We're parked in the school parking lot now, but Abi doesn't bother to get out. Instead, she leans forwards and takes my hand. Even though we're already late for school, she doesn't unlock the car doors. Instead, the two of us stay in the car while Abi tries to refrain from crying and I just sit next to her and hold her hand. She's honestly not looking that bad considering what happened to her and all. Suddenly, Abi looks up with a vengeance in her eye and states, "I am never sleeping with a guy ever again and I am never drinking anything but water from now on!" "Aw, Abi, don't say that," I reply, upset at Michael for scaring my friend for what probably will be the rest of her life. "Sex isn't always bad, you know. It could be nice." "And how would you know that? It's time you stop living in all those soap drama fantasies of yours and start living up to be the young woman your parents have raised you to be," Abi says, deciding to go all preachy on me. I'd usually complain, but today, I keep my mouth shut. Suddenly, Abi's eyes narrow and she gives me a closer look as she asks, "How would you know if sex could be nice or not? It's not like you have a boyfriend or...wait. You did it with Dave, didn't you?" My mouth opens and I freeze. I try to look innocent, but I think it's too late. Surprise widens Abi's eyes and she looks at me as if I'm a fatal disease of some sort. Ugh. Here comes a long lecture from her. Abi glares at me and hisses, "Kat, you disgust me! How could you after everything you were taught? Don't you know what this means? We could both be pregnant now for god's sake! Can you imagine all the shame we'd have for the rest of our lives? I didn't have a choice, Kat, but you just gave yourself to Dave willingly?" "Abi, come on. Please don't be like that," I protest. I understand that she's angry, but I'd really prefer it if she doesn't take her anger out on me. "Dave was good to me." "Oh, you're just so spoiled and selfish!" Abi hisses at me, looking probably the most pissed off I've ever seen her look before. "You have the perfect life and now you're ruining it over some stupid boy! I don't believe this. I just really don't believe this. You know what? Don't talk to me, Kat. Don't talk to me for the rest of the day." With that says, Abi kicks the car door open with much more force than is necessary and jumps onto the ground before stalking off to school. I look after her and sigh. I can't imagine the pain Abi's going through right now, but all I want to do is help her. She shouldn't be unleashing her anger out on me. Instead, she should use me as her comforter right now. Ugh. I always seem to screw things up. I decide to give Abi some space for the rest of the day and find myself looking for Dave as soon as I'm in school. Unfortunately, there is no sign of Dave anywhere in school. I suppose that makes sense though. Dave certainly didn't appear to be getting out of bed this morning. Hopefully, he'll show up tomorrow. I get through the rest of the school day with my mind on everything but my schoolwork. I think about Abi and wonder if there's anything I can do to help her. Probably not, but I still try and come up with things I can do for her. Maybe I could offer to do her homework? No, Abi would consider that cheating. I could invite her over to my house? No, Abi seems to want to be away from people right now. Ugh, is there anything I can do for her? If so, it's evading my mind. Of course, I can't help but think about Dave as well. Despite the initial pain, our sex had been good. Alright, alright, it was better than good. It was great. Still though, I'm feeling a little nervous though. Why does everyone keep acting like Dave has a thousand girlfriends? I haven't seen him with another girl since he started going out with me. Matt probably just told me that about Dave and all his girlfriends because Matt wants me for himself. Yeah, that's gotta be what it is. Finally, school comes to an end and I meet Abi at the car. She's already there and is still refusing to look at me as I get into the car. I take her initiative and don't say anything at all on the drive home. A tense, awkward silence falls between us as Abi drives to my house. I'm not sure if she's really pissed off at me or if she just needs something or someone to be angry at right now. I know this probably isn't a good time to bother Abi, but I really do need to know if she's going to keep my secret for me or not. When she parks the car in my driveway, I hesitate before getting out and ask sheepishly, "Um...Abi? I know this isn't a good time to talk to you, but you won't tell my mom about Dave and me, right?" To be continued... |
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| Lilith | July 1, 2012, 2:09 pm Post #175 |
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Ugh, Abi is such a square! She better keep the secret, or Kat could use hers too! ![]() More!
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| cmania | July 1, 2012, 3:39 pm Post #176 |
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yeas i will continue baby She won´t right ? The girl won´t even open the mouth you´re right lilith Kat can use that too
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| Ozone_Baby923 | July 1, 2012, 4:47 pm Post #177 |
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Geez!Abi is so annoying! -.-'' hope she won't tell anything! D: but I don't think Kat would tell Abi' secret because she is a good friend after all..! and I hope Dave change a little, and don't make Kat suffer u.u! :horns2 I need to know what would happen!
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| Lucifer's Angel | July 1, 2012, 5:26 pm Post #178 |
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I agree, Abi should keep her big mouth shut
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| Wishful | July 2, 2012, 7:45 am Post #179 |
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Oh not good! In a way I kinda feel sorry for Abi but on the other hand I dont! If that makes sense? |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | July 2, 2012, 1:49 pm Post #180 |
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So Abi did it too! Hope she won't say anything about Kat and Dave! I wanna know if Kat is gonna figure out about the blow job thing MOARRRR!!!
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Why is there no Dave living by me? lol And I know, the poor girl doesn't deserve to be crushed. =/
Thank you so much for reading! Here's more!




I just finisshed to read all the chapters huh feeling tired and addicted i never read any dave fic before
pretty name I´m cat lol) he could like her one day ...




She won´t right ? The girl won´t even open the mouth
you´re right lilith Kat can use that too

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