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Never Should Have Said Goodbye
Wednesday 13 glanced up from his papers as the phone rang, then turned to look at the clock. Almost midnight. Who the heck was calling at almost midnight? Picking up the phone, he stared at the caller ID for a moment, then shrugged and pushed the button to answer the call, tapping his pencil on the wooden desk.
"Hello? Who the heck is this?" He asked, not quite rude but borderlining on it. It was late, after all.
"Wednesday?"
The singer froze at the sound of the voice that had haunted his dreams for so many years and sat forward in his chair.
"...Joey?"
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are
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Jimohnny: Sick
"Jimmy! I'm home." I yelled, walking into the finely furnished area, that is covered in nothing but dust and old food.
That's what happens when you go on tour, I thought to myself.
"Jimmy, are you home?" I yelled again. He didn't say he was going anywhere. I walked into the kitchen, and there he was. He was laying on the table, his head was off the table and his feet were balancing in the air, straight above him. He was clutching his stomach with finely tattooed arms, just like mine.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked. He groaned at the sound of my voice.
"Man, I feel like shit. Just toss me in the john like everything else!" H
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We Only Come Out At Night
The boy's smile sent shock waves through the confident singer. Chris sat on the leather couch on their tour bus as it drove along to their next stop. Ricky laughed again, and he couldn't help but smile back.
Chris has never been one for boys, and if he was, he never saw himself going for a guy like Ricky. Ricky is everything Chris is not, shy, reserved, and not to mention much shorter. Yet, here he is, staring at his band mate.
Ricky doesn't really "date" much, if any at all. He just kind of kept to himself all day, going to his bunk to write his horror stories while the rest of the band partied or drank. Chris had read all Ricky's stories
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Bri is a blessing to Zee 
I wish he would give me fantasies.
Thanks for reading
Sorry for mistakes
Brian (c) himself
Johnny (c) himself
Zacky (c) himself
Story (c) me
I wish he would give me fantasies.Thanks for reading
Sorry for mistakes
Brian (c) himself
Johnny (c) himself
Zacky (c) himself
Story (c) me
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