MCR .3.I walked downstairs after dumping my dirty towels in some random closet where I saw Ray dump a pair of his pants in. My hair was still a little bit wet but I'd found enough hair products in the bathroom to satisfy Jeffree fucking Star. I knew these guys cared about their image but this was really taking the biscuit. "Hey, how'd you sleep?" Mikey asked me as I entered what I guessed was the kitchen. He poured a cup of coffee for himself and then offered me. I nodded and he poured another one. "It was good thanks. No unwanted visitors." I giggled, taking a sip out of my cup. "Aw, Frankie's not that bad." Mikey laughed. "MCR .3.
I'm back!
Cheerful
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you better still be writing with that arm of yours.
i'll come see you sometime soon, kays?
ily xo
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"You're better being a mate than being a slut bag." Lolz, my mum rocks. <3
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XxX
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keep writing!!!!!
good stories missus
i like them so far.
gimmie more.
tell me what you think of all my ramblings too.
<3
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"You're better being a mate than being a slut bag." Lolz, my mum rocks. <3
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