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Stray From The Path - The New Gods // Actions Not Words

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new stray from the path is their FINAL ALBUM???

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“Part 3, cuz fuck 1 2”

III - Stray From The Path

[revy-the-first]

"Wait. Do you like me?"

His frame seemed to stutter. "I- I need you to know, that wasn't part of the plan. I wasn't supposed to love you."

I sat down hard in the middle of the books splayed out on the floor. "Love? That's— what plan are you talking about? Did my father—"

"It wasn't your father," he sat too, tapping his fingers on his knee. "It wasn't anyone you know."

My confusion was palpable. "It was a bet." I hadn't asked, but he nodded anyway. "What, you wanted to prove that being a whore runs in the family?" I asked the first thing that came to mind.

"It's not like that. You don't understand." He wasn't looking at me.

"Then make me understand. Please." It wasn't adding up. Not in this lifetime.

He took his sweet time, snapping the rubber bands on his wrist. I remember complaining about them stopping his circulation, until he explained to me how the pain helps him not bite his nails and stay focused especially in high stress situations. Like now.

"It was... It was just a dumb bet, between guys. They were laughing about what girls were virgins and the ones that weren't. And then they got to you." He snuck a glance at me through his lashes, and whatever he saw made him look back down. "Three of them said you were a virgin, three said you weren't. I was the tie breaker — I told them it didn't matter.

"And Kyle said, of course I would say something like that, since I'm a virgin too — I'm not, or I wasn't, but telling them my first time here was with a guy would've ended badly — and I don't... I don't know how or why, but I got really angry."

He moved to start pinching his arm. "I told him to go fuck himself, and the guys smelled weakness. So they dared me to... find out. By sleeping with you. Obviously."

"Obviously," I echoed, drawing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. The silence stretched. Punctuated by more snapping.

"When I asked if you liked me, I was leading up to a big, dramatic confession," I revealed, finally.

He whipped his head toward me in surprise.

"I would've been angrier if we'd actually slept together. But we haven't. Even that time I was drugged, you didn't do anything except take care of me," my face warmed at the memory.

He snorted, in spite of the seriousness of the conversation. "Well, yeah. I'm not an animal."

My eyes were trained on his hands when I asked, "But you... You do love me?"

He smiled, showing a chipped tooth that reminded me of the time he fell off a swing. "I love you. So much."

I swept my eyes to the side, eyeing rows and rows of dusty bookshelves. "I was thinking, we should walk around the library, and kiss every time we see our book."

That startled a laugh out of him. "That's the corniest thing you've ever thought of. I'm in." He rose to his feet, dusting off his pants and offering me a hand.

I took it. How could I not?

He drew me up, pulling me in for a hug. My face in the crook of his shoulder, I started to hum a song. Something we made up, a long time ago. I was swaying from side to side by the time he caught up.

We danced around the books, and our bags, and our food. Danced, crashing into shelves, and coughing from the dust. We danced until our feet hurt and we fell in a heap on the floor, stomachs aching from laughter, cheeks hurting from smiling.

We kissed each time we found the story of our love. Passed down, through the ages. Debated, discarded, disproved. Foolish young lovers.

Romeo and Juliet.

Another time, in another couple of years, we would find ourselves again, and sing the same song. Dance the same dance. Die the same deaths.

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Delay

Goodafternoon, I sincerely want to apologize to the delay in updating SFTP. I've been swamped with collaboration requests in regards to music so that's been taking up most of my time. Its been a while and not I've not abandoned the project id let you guys know if that were the case but that's not happening.

SFTP is my child but so is my music as I am first and foremost a musician.

Ive been getting some really nasty messages regarding the future of SFTP and I just want to clear the air. No, it is NOT being abandoned. No, I will NOT tolerate anyone sending hate mail to myself or anyone associated with SFTP. Please refrain from attacking or communicating with anyone starting drama in regards to the story. They've been blocked/Banned.

Again, thank you so much for your support of both my writing as well as my music. I will try to update as soon as I get the chance to edit the next chapter. I will also post links here for the new songs that are coming your way.

Thank you for your understanding and for your support. :)

-Riley

[m10d6ne]

My thoughts on the Leafy interview, and Tommy C’s reaction to it.

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Stray From The Path

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