#chameron excerpt

[abedizm]

“Wha–?! Don’t give me that look, Neil,” he groaned, running a hand through his face. “I don’t like him.” A small part of Charlie knew that defending his hatred made him look more ridiculous and did not do anything to convince his friends, but come on. Why wouldn’t he defend himself? It’s true! He despises Richard Cameron and his stupid fucking face, and his stupid fucking freckles and the stupid way that he organises his stupid fucking desk.

Cameron’s fucking stupid.

haha whipped

[abedizm]

And the kiss; the kiss feels majestic when it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t feel as good as it is to Richard. But it does, and it’s beautiful and it burns. It burns the way the sun burns its way through a forest, it burns the way the sun burned Icarus’ wings. The kiss burns, and it melts him, and he knows it’s dangerous but it’s so wonderful that he can’t—couldn’t—wouldn’t stop.

me when i think i'm poetic