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        How has so much happened in the past month? If she would have told her that all of this would've happened, her past self would never believe her. In fact she probably would have laughed at her and than preceded to tell her to stop making up such wild stories. But this wasn’t a story, this wasn’t a lie and this wasn’t just going to go away. It was just a mess and she didn’t know where to start.  

         Having sex for the first time? It’s a big deal, but having sex twice with two different guys in the span of three days? Doesn’t sound like it is a thing that would ever happen to her. Those almost sounded less believable than her being pregnant.  It wasn’t just that she was pregnant, but it was also that she didn’t know whose it was.

        “Not that it really matters— “Magnolia tried to tell herself that, but she knew that wasn’t true.

        Abel and Lucas were both great, more than great they were perfect in their own special ways but somehow so different from each other. She couldn’t even make up her mind who she would even want to be the father. She lo—liked them both of them enough that she couldn’t stand to even think about it. So, instead she tried to think how someone else like Emilia would see them.        Lucas Hart, the boy that starred her teenage dreams. Overall nice guy who had hair and a heart the color of gold. He was reliable— mostly. She still really didn’t know that much about him since they left school and their friendship badly. Sure, they had hung out many times in the past few months, but she still felt like she didn’t know everything about him. Emilia has told her many times that it doesn’t really matter what Lucas is hiding, just that it’s only important that he is a good man and he has always been that.        Abel Theler on the other hand is a very different story than that. She had only heard stories about the Thelers and the famed Abel. Not that she had ever expected to randomly become friends with his younger brother or that he would ever leave her in their large family home — and that they would actually hit it off. Cain had always explain Abel as cold and even heartless, but she never seemed that way to her. Only warm and trying to get something he was missing. The only thing that worried her was just that though, would he always be so warm to her? Or has she just been able to dodge that side of him and for how long?        Both were so idyllic to her. She could see both Abel and Lucas caring for a small boy or girl. It broke her heart to think she would have to figure out which one it was actually.  Magnolia looked up at the sky, watching the fluffy picturesque clouds roll by with nothing to stop them.

        “Why can’t it be both of them?” She sighed knowing there was no way that could happen. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell anyone and just move away to become a single mom” Maggie laughed at that thought.

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The Fickle King

“Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

Cain didn’t even have to look over at his brother to know that he would probably have a look of disgust on his face. Every couple of days the king would ask him into his main office to talk to him, but the would talk was used sparingly because really it was more constant scolding. It could be about anything and Cain knew he would have to take it and pretend to listen because— well he is the king.

“Yes your majesty.” Cain said with a tad of disdain on his voice.  He could hear Abel sigh at him.

“You know you don’t have to say that. It’s just you and me— obviously if there is others around…”

“Are you sure about that? “

“Yes…”

“I know you’ve been on the throne for 9 years, but it seems to be making you act differently lately.”

Cain knew that he should probably just keep that to himself, but at this point it was impossible to ignore it. He didn’t know what had gotten into his brother, but he was even colder than usual. He never thought he would think that was possible but obviously it was. The king had banished more people in this year than any other, it made Cain worried that the rumors of a Theler curse might— have something behind it after all. The cherry on top of everything else was when Abel broke it to Cain a few days ago that he refused to go to wedding. He knew that the king wasn’t completely fond of him or his soon to be wife, but he never knew he hated him this much.It came to Cain like a stab in the back.

The worst part to him is he didn’t know why— did he not trust Anna? Do Cain push him one too many times? Did he just not think it was important?  If that was the case, Cain didn’t think it was important for him to go to his brothers third wedding but he still went. It didn’t take much effort to go to wedding. On top of that, the king refusing to go to his own kins wedding made it seem like he didn’t approve and would make the whole court act differently towards himself and his bride.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just being sensitive again little brother.”

Before Cain could say anything, there was a knock at the large white doors to the office which Abel quickly told the person to come in.  

“Your majesty, Duchess Surian is here to see you.”

“Wonderful, send her in will you?”

Without even a nod the man went back into the hallway to do Abel's bidding. Cain decided he had enough of this conversation and headed towards the door himself without saying anything. He just wanted the conversation to be done with. As he walked into the hall, he spotted the redhead. Magnolia had always been sunlight in these dark halls, he was always trying to be positive and fun even with his brother who tended to be more of a wet blanket. He was shocked that she still went to see him at this point. 

“Watch out for him. He’s being more sneaky than usual.”

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Bonfire Pt. 2

Cain was uncomfortable at this place, not that he would let Clinton know that. This just wasn’t his speed at all; woods, bonfire, rednecks with bad fashion taste. It wasn’t that it was a bad thing, but it wasn’t his thing. But when Clinton asked him and Magnolia if they wanted to go, Cain happily agreed because he known that Clint had been kind of ignoring his old friends. Now that he was here it was just weird, no one to talk to but Magnolia ─ which wasn’t the worst company. He somehow convinced Maggie to drink, not too much because he really didn’t feel like taking care of her, but enough to make her even funnier than she already was.

“I can’t believe he made you wear a flannel.” Cain laughed and tugged on the blue flannel that was a tad too big on him. “It’s not too bad─ though it does smell like oil and he told me it was clean. Which honestly scares me.” Somehow that made the redhead laugh and she spilled her cheap beer down her top. “Oh crap! It’s cold.” “One of the rare moments you wish the beer was warm.” Cain pulled one of the too long sleeves down of the flannel and used it to try and soak up the beer. That was the last thing Maggie deserved to smell like…. cheap beer was like pheromones to this dumb backwoods assholes.   Magnolia wasn’t his sister, but in a way he felt like she was. Cain’s own sister tend to baby him, so the chance to baby someone else he would take it. Maggie was just so sweet and nice, it was kind of amazing that she was related to Clinton, even if it was only half the genes. He had never seen her be mean to anyone, hell it was even hard to get her to talk badly about anyone. Even about the girls that flirted with that cute blonde boy at school that he was pretty sure she liked, Lucas. Cain almost wished he could be more like that — almost. “Do you think you’d ever date one of these guys?” He thought that maggie might spill more of her beer on herself when he said that. She just rolled her eyes, “No, but even if I did. I’m pretty sure Clint would murder whoever it was. What about you would you date any of the girls here?” He looked around him, he hadn’t even noticed any girls here it just seemed like a sausage party. She was right though, there was some girls scattered around the place. “If any of them it would be June.” The small redhead looked over his shoulder and stared at the black headed girl, who was talking to some guy she didn’t recognize. “Seriously? June? She’s uh.. Kind of..”

“Mean? Yeah, exactly. You know I’m into those girls that beat the shit out of you in some dark dungeon with some kind of leather whip─” “Cain!” He laughed, “I’m fucking with you! I just wanted to see your face.”

Cain reached forward and pinched one of her cheeks (She hated that and he knew it). “You’re so cute when you’re frazzled. I can’t imagine what you’re like around Lucas.” Before Magnolia had time to react to what he just said, their attention was draw to Clinton and  Jake Carson. Jake was one of the few people at the school that Cain made sure to stay away from, he always reeked of chew and had a great way of stringing words together that made sure to sting your soul. It was just better to stay out of his way, Cain almost forgot that Clinton was friends with that asshole. He couldn’t quite pick up what they were saying, but just by looking at Clints face he could tell he was mad─ he had a temper on him and it wouldn’t be shocking if a punch was thrown. “Should I go over there?” “Don’t. Clintons got it handled. . . I think.” Cain took a large drink of his beer, trying to focus on anything else other than clinton. Plus, he was pretty sure that if a fight started to go down Clint would want him to get Maggie out of there….it wasn’t like Cain would be a lot of help in a fight with all these weirdly jacked up highschoolers. Just trying to imagine himself in a brawl made him want to laugh or cry, he couldn’t tell which. But as soon as it got started─ it seemed to stop and Cain watched Clinton sit down next to some blonde girl that sat by herself next to the bonfire, of course on the opposite end to where him and Maggie stood so he could barely see them past the flames. 

Of course. First he gets mad and now hes gonna try and fuck some random bimbo. . . typical. I hate these fucking things.

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─Drunken Summer

Clinton and Cain stood behind the Theler estate, in the large field with grass that came up to their knees─ well Cains knees and more like Clinton's shins. It was hot enough for both of the boys to have a slight sunburn across their faces even though the sun was slowly starting to come down. Cain was trying to convince the oldest Surian of something, crossing his arms across his chest like a toddler .

“Come on. Don’t tell me that out of all things you’ll do on a whim, that you won’t do this.” “Have you met your father? I’m sure I’m on his shit list already.” “Nonsense. Plus, he’s not even here. He won’t find out.” “He will.” “So what! We both know that he will blame it all on me like he always does. Clinton glared at Cain, but soon his face softened up.

“Fine. I swear to god though if he finds out and blames me─ I’m gonna cut the brakes in your truck.”

“You’re so mean sometimes, damn.”

The walked through the grass and the few wild flowers till they got to the back door which was conveniently unlocked. The taller boy followed stepping  inside carefully. He still didn’t feel like he was allowed or belonged in this house at all, even though Cain's mother told him a million times that he could just walk through the front door at anytime.

“Where are they at anyway?” Cain fiddled with some kind of keypad next to a door in the kitchen that Clinton couldn’t even remember it being there before, but he guessed that was probably the point of it. “Mom and dad are seeing my crazy aunt—” Clint laughed a bit. “The one with all the lizards?” “You know it.” Cain said, still focused on the keypad. “And Abel is with his eight girlfriends up in the Hamptons for at least a month for summer break. What a jerk off.” Before the two could start talking about what an ass Cains older brother was, the door beeped and opened up just an inch. “Voila” Cain said with a smile smacked across his face as he motioned Clinton to go through the door.

There was dim lights lining the stair case, barely enough for him to see where he was walking but he went down without much hesitation. It seemed like they had been walking for 2 minutes, by the time he noticed that it was getting colder and colder. Once they got to the base of the stairs, Cain came up behind him and shoved him to the side into the dark to get to a switch on the wall. He flipped it and light illuminated throughout the cellar.

Cain laugh.“You are now the fourth person ever to see this this room— let my dad think only two people have ever been down here”

The walls were covered wall to wall with rack of wine and other alcohol that Clinton couldn’t really tell what it was. “I was scared when you made me walk down first that you were gonna lock me in some kind of sex dungeon.” “You wish.” “It’s okay Dahmer, this makes up for the creepy stairs.” Cain walked more towards the middle of the room and started talking with his hands flinging around, as per usual.   “Okay so I’m thinking we take a total of 4 bottles? Any more than that and I’m pretty sure someone would notice.” Before he could even finish his sentence, Clint was already digging around to find his bottles. “I know it’s not moonshine, but this will work─ right?” “Will it get us drunk?” “......yes?” Clinton laughed. “Then it will work.”

─ They decided that drinking on the porch would be the perfect spot, it was warm but now the sun was going to be gone soon. The sat on the wooden stairs, nats floating around their heads. Cain started attempting to use the corkscrew, his father made the weird contraption look so simple but he was learning real fast that maybe it wasn’t. “Uh, you having an issue there?” “No! I’ve got it!” Cain struggled for a few more second before going limp and passing it over to Clint. When he grabbed the bottle he used his other hand to dig in his back pocket, revealing a large swiss army knife.. He flipped open a small corkscrew and pushed it into the top of the bottle, and with a thump the cork came out. “Oh shit I should get some glasses—” “Seriously? I don’t think it’s that big of a deal if we just drink out of the bottle.” “I guess you’re right there are worst things.” “Well, I don’t know maybe I don't want some rich kids spit near me.” “I don’t know about that.” Clinton looked over at Cain with a confused face. “Really?” “I mean if I kissed you, I don’t think you’d complain about rich kid spit.” With that being said, Clint quickly looked away and took a chug of the expensive red wine so he couldn’t talk.

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They had been there for 3 hours and they were able to get through two bottle, they were finally on the third though it looked like Cain was about to tap out. Cains head was leaning against into the other boys shoulder, but was somehow still swaying.

“Cain?”

“Yeah?”

“I gotta admit something.”

“Oh god what.” Cain had no idea what he was going to say, but that is never a good way to begin a conversation.

“I…. hate wine like this is disgusting.”

The youngest started laughing into the others shoulder, almost laughing too hard. Maybe, he was a bit more drunk than he thought he was.

“What’s so goddamn funny?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that for hours because i’ve been thinking the same thing. It tastes like shitty fruit juice. Which is sad because I think this one bottle is as much as a year of private schooling.”

“You people have shit taste— do you want to go to my house and find some moonshine?”

“God please yes.”

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Ding Dong | Cain&Clinton

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“Yeah, well Riley needs to hire a burnette once in awhile because I don’t know how much longer i can handle her high pitched laugh ringing in my ear whenever one of those dumb hicks make a bad joke.” Cain wished that was a joke, but that new girl Stacy had a thing about laughing at every single thing even if it wasn’t a joke plus she sounded like screaming baby to him. Cain did wonder if Clinton ever thought about killing her— was that even a thing? A killing type?

“You mean the one on Broadway and 4th? Yeah, Ann—” He cleared his voice. “ That girl is like that everyone.” He didn’t fully know why but he didn’t know if he was comfortable telling Clinton about Anna yet, maybe he was worried Clinton would find a way to talk him out of . He almost wish he did though just not to hear him call her a bitch although he would probably do it even more if he knew they were dating. “She’s always giving me shit since I’m there about everyday. I might deserve it though.” Would Clinton thinks he goes across town for boozes? Hopefully he wouldn't pick that up.

“....Scotch? I don’t know not making fun of your ride might be hard, but I think i can do it for Scotch. Hell, I’d even be willing to making Stacy laugh for 2 hours to get Scotch.” His love for Scotch whisky was unlike anything else he could think of in his life, he blamed his father for only having that and wine in the house when he was a teenager.

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“Can you please come down here. . . they won’t let me go unless someone is here.”

“Don’t you have family or something? I mean—”

Silence was filtered through the  quiet white noise of the cell phone, she heard him sigh. “I do, but if they know about this shit will get even worse. I promise I’ll explain once you come here, but the cops are staring at me and I think they are catching on that I’m not talking to my wife.” She waited a moment before agreeing to met him down there, he sounded desperate and as much as Anna hated to admit it. She kind of liked the guy, actually one of the better parts of her work days. Hell, she liked him enough to actually give her phone number to him when he asked. She never imagined for this reason though.

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He said he was at the East part of town on 1st and mullan st, she had never really been over there before. It was a nicer part of town and she really wondered why the hell Cain was even out here, but she was sure that he would mention that.  She had no idea if she could find him in the dark, but it became obvious when there was a cop car on the side of the road with a  figure sitting on the sidewalk. Parking across the street in a ditch she attempted to walk over. Looking from his feet up to her face, he started pointing at her and obviously saying something to the intimidating officer. She really didn’t know if she should walk up to them or not; she’d rather be far far away from a cop but here she was for some random guy. Anna stood there for a while, arms crossed and trying not to make eye contact until Cain waved her over. ‘Why am I even here’ The Officer gave her a glance over and looked back at Cain, who was still on the ground. “This is your wife?” “Yes.” “Ma’am can I see your I.D?” She tried to shoot a glare at the idiot on the ground, but she was scared it would be thought of as a threat to the officer… which it was but she wasn’t taking that chance. Digging through her mess of a purse she finally was able to find the leather wallet that looks like it could fall apart at any moment. Handing over her I.D to him she waited patiently to get shooed off, did he really think they would be able to get away with this lie. As the uniformed man was about to talk, Cain cut him off in a rude manner. “Okay, I mean it was a bit of a lie but we are engaged. I just think of her as my wife so of course she hasn’t be able to change her last name yet.” “Is this right—” Looking back down at her I.D “Miss Barlow?” “Yes, he’s telling you the truth.” He handed the card back to her and Anna tried to crack a smile before the Officer started berating Cain again. “You do know that I’m obligated to call your brother about this. If this gets out he will try and get my ass fired. I’m trusting that you won’t be getting in trouble the next couple of weeks. Otherwise I’m going to have to tell him what happened tonight. “ “Got it. I’ll make sure I won’t do something like this again.” The cop walked around his car and opened the door but before getting in, he looked at the both of them.

“I mean it Cain. You’re lucky you’re a Theler. Otherwise I’d be sending you to the hospital.”

“Yes Sir.” He said, badly saluting at the man. Anna wanted to kick him when he did that, Did he want to go to jail or something? They both watched the car go down the road and disappear in the distance. When they both couldn’t see it anymore he looked up and smiled a big grin at her. “You did pretty good! Didn’t talk much, but looks like I’m getting away scot free. Next time try—”   She kicked his backed his back with the tip of her flats, she was mad. Why the hell was she here? Why the hell couldn’t he tell his family and how in the hell could he so easily lie to a cop like that? “That is NOT happening again. I’m not going to run around saying I’m your wife—” “...Fiancee” “Fiancee! To get you out of trouble. What the hell did you even do and why the hell was he so easily persuaded. I really don’t want this reputation of dating someone I don’t even know! Hell, I only know you because you get alcohol from the store I work at every day!” His expression went from happy to grim and she almost felt bad for yelling at him, but she kept her stance strong still. “I walked out in front of cars in rush hour traffic.” Anna stood there staring at him, arms still crossed. Trying to keep her tough appearance, but it was a hard when you also felt like a dick.   “...did you try and kill yourself?” “No, I mean kind of. Can you just sit down. I told you I’d explain things to you, I mean I wouldn’t just be a dick and ask you down here without having some kind of explanation. I’m a drunk, not an asshole.” She felt like she was 13 again when she sat on the curb of the sidewalk, this was something she would do when she liked some boy back home. They would sit on the sidewalk as the sun was going down, there was almost something romantic about it. Anna was reminded of the situation when her ass finally hit the pavement and the cold shot up her spine. “How does one kind of try to kill themselves?” “I don’t know, haven’t you ever gotten drunk and just started crying or something?” “No.” “You’re so difficult. Whatever, instead of crying I just do stupid shit. I’m fine I swear.” “You drunkenly tried to walk in front of a car…..you aren’t fine. I don’t want to be responsible for this if you end up dying in the next week, I don’t want to be known as the person that let the town drunk do that to himself.” “Trust me I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t have to. If my brother, knew that that happened  he’d try and kill me himself. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you, so you’re a safe person to call.” This guy had been coming to her place of work for months, her manager told her he was a regular and get him whatever he wanted for some ungodly reason. She tried not to talk to customers. but Cain wasn’t like most of the regulars he was really talkative. At least to her, it seemed like he never shut up. If Anna could remember she hadn’t said anything to him for a month because he would not shut up and let her talk, the first thing she ever said to him was “You never shut up do you?”. Ever since that they would talk for at least 10 minutes a day, He’d talk about his friend Clinton, some cat named Bon Bon? and how his truck really should get stripped but he loves it too much. One thing Anna knew for sure is that he never talked about a brother. “You’re an adult, why the hell are you worried about your brother?” Cain sighed and leaned his face against his hand, she could tell that he was thinking of the right thing to tell her. She wondered if he would tell her the truth, she really doubted it— most people didn’t want to tell others about themselves. “Long story short, let's just say this isn’t the first time I’ve done something like this and the last big one gave my brother Abel grounds for conservatorship. I don’t have control of anything, my apartment, my car, my money. I’m lucky enough that he hasn’t completely cut me off from the family cast...not that I’m able to get the whole sum but still.” Anna stared with wide eyes, this had to be the truth because if it wasn’t that would be too fucked up of a lie. “So, in summary, You’re crazy— at least in the government's eyes?” “Uh yes. They think I’m not able to take care of myself, not that they are completely wrong.” The sat there in stillness, watching a few cars go past them. Anna really didn’t know what she was supposed to say to him. This was definitely not was she expecting coming out here, she even kind of felt bad for him. Now the drinking kind of made sense. “Fine.”

Cain looked around confused, almost like her heard some kind of ghost, “Fine what?” “If you need a wife or fiancee….or whatever, you can call me” “I don’t think I’ll need it again at least I don’t think so, but I’ll remember that. Anna lifted herself off the cold cement and dusted the dirt off of herself, grabbing her black bag that was beside her on the ground. She looked down at Cain and smiled, giving her hand to him, “Come on. Let's get a gross burger and a beer. I’ll buy, as long as you promise not to do something like this again.” “I promise.”

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Ding Dong | Cain&Clinton

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Cain smiled as the man bitched about him talking shit about his Jeep and drinking his beer. If anyone else talks to each other like this, most people think that they hate each other completely.  For some reason it worked for them— which probably wasn’t healthy, but healthy wasn’t exactly their thing. Trying to take another drink of this beer, he found that it was gross enough that he wasn’t able to so he ended up just sitting the beer next to the sink. “Jesus, you need to clean out your fridge more.....not that you have that much to clean out but still. You’re gonna kill someone with that beer.” He was quiet for a few moments, realizing he kind of made too real of a joke but he ended up lightly laughing.  Cain took note of the banging noise above their heads while he was going towards the table Clinton was sitting at. His upstairs neighbours were picky about any kind of noise. You could be quiet as a cat and they would still bang on the floor, needless to say whenever they started drinking or yelling at each other it seemed like that stomping noise was just endless. He sat in the chair across from clint and it creaked ‘ either the alcohol weight is finally getting to me or Clint needs new chairs ‘ he thought to himself  and chuckled because either one of those options can be true. “Yeah, he has....god can’t you use better words when your talking about your own sister? Anyway, It didn’t take him very long to find out that we had been in there. I think the asshole checks it like twice a day. Who knows what the combo is now probably something dumb like his gym membership number. “  Cain had lied just a bit, Abel had NOT changed the code from maggie's birthday, but Cain wasn’t going to be telling Clinton that anytime soon. 

“You know I don’t hate Riley’s I mean it’s perfect, but that fucking blonde waitress is awful...well the 3rd blonde waitress you’ve gotten. I think her name was Stacy?” Cain knew her name was Stacy, it was really kind of a skill of his that he could remember names even when he’s drunk. “ but the stealing me a bottle sounds like something I can live with— as long as you don’t get me Vodka we’re are good.”

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Ding Dong | Cain&Clinton

The old truck came to an abrupt stop on the shitty parking lot pavement, the brakes were pretty fried. He really needed to get new ones, but Abel won’t give up any cash for him to get it done. Maggie had mentioned that she might know someone who could fix them, but He had to say he was doubtful because he couldn’t imagine Maggie knowing a huge amount of people. Cain pretty much rolled out of the driver's seat, almost forgetting to grab his keys. He brain was a bit foggy, he hadn’t had a since around 9 pm last night which meant he was approaching 20 hours of no booze in his system. He could survive, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling either.  Stomping up the stairs, the he honestly didn’t think would hold his weight he got to Clinton's door. This building was sketchy as it was, but Clinton's was like no one even lived there. It screamed “Don't bug me!!” and the only sign that someone was there at all was an old Folger's coffee can filled with old cigarette butts.  “Hey! Asshole!”, he yelled as he pounded his fist against the door. Cain knew he could just walk in, but he had to admit he was terrified that if he just came in that he would see something he didn’t want to see (i.e a dead body)  Plus, Cain never knew that if he caught him in the act of actually killing someone if he could keep it together.  Being impatient, he waited about 10 seconds before taking the chance and walking in.  The apartment was dark and cold, ‘Maybe he has a hangover— I sure as hell do’. He made way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, it was pretty much empty which wasn’t entirely shocking but at least he had a few beers .  “I know you’re here I saw your fucking ugly ass jeep!” That always got Clint fired up, talking badly about his ride got him pissed and usually would go on to ranting about Cain’s  shitty truck. “Oh and I’m taking one of this beers. Since you don’t need it.” Cain slammed the fridge door shot and grabbed the bottle opener on the counter. Popping the cap off before taking a swig. 

“This beer is shit. You need to get your tastebuds checked man “ It tasted more like piss than beer usually did, he looked over the bottle to see if it had an expiration date. Cain had no idea if alcohol even had any because everyone knew it wasn’t going bad around him. 

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CAIN LOOKS GREAT IN DRAG I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT

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when ur reading stuff you wrote 3 years ago

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lmao my back up for my icons

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hey asswipe heres some icons <3

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       How was she supposed to trust him, he was a man. She learned that long ago, if you put your trust in them they will fail you every time. Failure sometimes ends with you getting hurt.        But this idea contradicted another thing she learned. If you never truly trust anyone, you can't survive. So, the young Selkie decided if it was going to be anyone, why not him?

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