𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜, 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲           . . . 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱
❛ ANONYMOUS ! ❜
𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻.
🥩 WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN

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❛ I'M NOT REALLY JEALOUS, I JUST
DON'T LIKE LOOKING LIKE
A CLOWN! ❜

"𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥?" The room was loud. Rowdy. Filled with drunk people. He tapped his fingers against the surface of the messy table, dropping his head down to look at the filthy floor as he reminisced while the smirk on his face telling the story on its own. "Ah, well what should I say?"

Whispering the last part. He couldn't help but to smile at the thought of her. The thought of the feeling of her lips on his, when she couldn't help but to sit on his lap and gaze into his eyes. He loved when she does that. All lovey-dovey — something she never has been. He loves the smell of her after she would get out of the shower and get in his dorm bed. The smell of her breath when she chews two pieces of her Trident gum, blowing a large bubble in his face while they laid nude in the field. How smooth her legs would be after getting a fresh wax and laid them across his lap. Everything about her in his eyes were perfect, her smile, her walk, her style. He was a puppy in love. And so was that other guy.

"She made a lot of people smile. And a lot of people hate her for just being her."

His little smirk dropped a bit, his tone getting serious, "All I can say is, Effie Koach is one person you want to love. Someone you need to love."

He heaved, his chest getting heavy and he began to get tense in his seat, moving around more than he normal would. He went to grab the handle of the pint, bringing it to his pink lips and taking a gulp — feeling as a droplet found its way of sliding down the side of his throat. Thinking about the other guy, it didn't make him angry, it didn't get him upset — he was jealous.

"I loved Effie like everybody. Else. Did."

Lightly digging his knuckles into his clothed thigh, "Just like he did."

'Just like he did'. He couldn't believe that he was saying that. He never thought that another man would make him feel the way he does about Effie. It hit him like a bus, the overwhelming feelings and the emotions that were involved.

Another man.

He loved another man, just as much as he did Effie Margaux Koach.

"You know, she wasn't at all what people thought about her. She wasn't a bitch, nor was she an asshole. Though she was and still is that bitch, I'll give her that," He belts out a dry chuckle, meaning it while he remembered her cat-walking down the corridors of the school. Of the mall they frequently visited. Hell, even down the hallway to get to his dorm.

Picking his head up, he glanced around the room at the talkative groups of people, "I loved both of them and everybody knew that. They pulled me in and I fell for it."

"I put my blood, sweat and tears in trying to keep Effie by my side," he shared, twisting in his chair said to side. "It went good until I saw her one day. That day would keep me up at nights."

Trying to muster up the courage to say what he was about to say, he was stopped when his mouth opened to speak as his small phone begun to ring in his front pocket. He slipped his hand into the pocket and took out his phone to answer it. The tall man stood to his feet, the cigarette dangling from his fingers as he searched for a quiet corner to talk in. "What is it Venetia?"

"Tell mum I'll be home in like an hour or so, I'm just at the pub." As the young man hung up the phone, his eyebrow piercing gleamed in the low light of the pub while he made his way back to the other person at the table. "Now, where were we?"

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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲．
yea, please get ready for this shit．

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗘 & 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬.