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EmZ2009
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Feel it

So this is what te get when Emily (me) finishes work at 1, has nothing to do for the rest of the giorno apart from drink tè ( which I think ive drunk too much off cause I feel ill) and doesn't have a girlfriend to keep her entertained because she started work AT 1….so instead of being lazy I thought id use my spare time being productive, o hoping to be productive, when really this is a load of shit and ive wasted my time when I could have watched misfits….or something else.

Anyhoo, not saying this is going to turn into a full length story with my...

Emily: [crying] What do te do, if someone te Amore let's te down? When he fucks te over?
Thomas: te must try stop loving them.

Katie: [fighting over Emily] She's my sister, you're just a slut!
Naomi: Oh, It takes one to know one, doesn't it?
Katie: Oh, go fuck yourself!
Naomi: te just needed to blab about JJ. te just loved doing it, didn't you, Katie?
Katie: She deserved it!
Emily: What did I deserve, Katie?

Emily: Katie, I can't stand this. I'm a person, I'm not you.
Katie: I know.
Emily: te have to understand Katie, I Amore te and I'll never really leave you, but I can't fix this. I like girls,...

“I’ve loved te from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared of the way I felt. te know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic cagna to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work.
When we got together, it scared the shit out of me, because te were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed te away. I made te think things were your fault. But. Really I was just terrified of the pain.
I screwed that girl Sophia, to kind of spite te for having that...

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hac92
Author of 10 Stories

There's some art work for this fic here: .

Check that shizzle out! It is amazing Praise her please! :D

Now on with the fic...

"How many più times do I have to tell you, Naomi? Leave this on!" Emily calls from the kitchen.

"And how many più times do I have to tell te it's shit?" Naomi calls back from the living room, legs propped up on the table, flicking the channel over.

"I like it, Naoms." Emily appears at the door, leaning on the frame, pouting at the peroxide blonde. "Please, for me?"

"Oh, fuck sake." Naomi mutters, she knows she's going to cave. "Fine! But...