Set the fire to the third degree 2/?
I was wondering, is there a way that we could have the readings like deviantart, where you can
make the background black and the letters a light colour, because it really helps with dislexic readers like I. And I can't spell :P! Oh, you people made me cry, you guys are cool, but mean, but at least it beats being locked in the tuba case for a looooooong time.
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Once there, Mark jumped out of the car to greet Travis who was ready making his way to their car.
Toms eyes were red and puffy from crying so much. He clutched his stuffed crockadile in his hands. A yawn escaped him mouth. Mark and Travis unloaded the dogs from the back of the car. Tom was trying his hardest to stay awake.
Mark swung open the passenger door and waited for Tom to step out. Tom stayed where he was.
"Lazy ass fuck," mark said as he picked up Tom caveman style and carried him into the house. He walked upstairs and set him in The bed of the guest bedroom. He walked downstairs , more like limped. His calves were stinging badly.
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The next day,Travis went to the store, taking Tom along with him, which was a terrible idea. Tom was acting 6. He ran around the store like a small six year old hyped up on sugar.
"Thomas!"
travis grabbed Tom and swept him off his feet, shoving him into the red cart.
"Noooooooooo!" Tom cried out. Travis put his hand over Tom's mouth to keep him quiet. Tom whined and pulled on Travis's arm to get his hand off his mouth. Travis was too strong.
Tom signed in defeat and sat squashed in the cart, his legs hanging out. Though it looked strange, most fan-girls thought it was cute. Ah, girls, they think gays are cute, and they write slash.
"Traaaaaaaaaaaavie!" Tom whined, Travis ignored him. Tom picked up a small box that was in the cart and chucked it at him.
"Tom! Dafuq is your problem!?!?"
"I'm hungry!!!"
"Well that's too bad, you should have eaten at home!"
"But I don't like fruit pop tarts!"
"That's your fault!"
"No!"
"Blame your taste buds…"
" Dafuq is your problem!?!?!? " Tom mocked "Blame my tastebuds!?"
Travis shook his head and sighed.
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"How the fuck do you put up with him?"
"He's a good kid!"
"He's a psyco…"
The two of them burst into laughter as they watched Tom eat a whole box of chocolate pop-Tarts. He picked up another box and opened it. Travis took it from him.
"Oh, no! You've had enough for today!"
"Bu-but!"
"Way to much!"
"I was eating those if you don't mind! Give them back! I'm hungry! "
Travis shook his head and put the box on the highest shelf in the pantry; out of Tom's reach. Tom pouted like a kid.
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My foot got snapped…
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