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    You sighed as you strolled out your front door. School was boring and stressfull, and it was only Wednesday. You wished you didn't have to go. Today, at least.     Blowing a strand of your hair out of your vision, you started your walk down the street to your school. You rounded the corner only to be yanked into the bushes by a random arm.     You gasped as you landed in warm, strong arms, staring into the sparkling blue eyes of your best friend Alfred.     You frowned. "What was that for, Alfie?" You asked him. He grinned widely.     "Let's skip today!" He said cheerfully. You rolled your eyes, standing up and brushing yourself o

Baking was one of your favorite hobbies. You would bake almost all the time-when you were sad, happy, angry, or even lonely. It came naturally to you, and anyone who tried your food was amazed by the amount of care you put into making it. So, when your best friend Antonio said he was flying back from visiting some friends in Spain, you just knew that you had to bake him something. But what? The idea came to you quickly-you would make him some homemade tacos, and for desert you would make churros. Toni always got a little heartsick when he came back from Spain, and nothing would make him feel better than some good food. You arranged a night

Opening his eyes slowly, it took the albino a moment to asses the situation. A smirk plastered on his almost white face as he heard the rest of his team cheer their motto. He ran a calloused hand through his tousled light-blond hair and waited for the sound that announced they were needed on the field. He felt someone wrap their arm around his neck and glanced to the side to see his younger brother, Ludwig, give him a confident nod, which he returned with just as much vigour. If they won this match, the cup was theirs. “We have ten more minutes!” a voice announced from somewhere in the locker room. “Gilbert! (name) wants t

He was beautiful in every way. The way his eyes shined and how his melodic voice would ring in your ear every time you heard it. But of course, you could only watch him from afar. But you would always catch a glimpse of him every time you could. You see, the man you were thinking about is a beautiful prince named Antonio Carriedo. He was a Spanish prince. You had moved to Spain because of some family issues back at your country. Once you had moved into Spain, you heard about the prince as he was pretty popular with the ladies. But you didn't believe that he can be such a beauty. 'Another pretty boy, I guess,' you would think. But one day,

Friday evening, it was always a night full of sweet relief and laziness.  There was nothing that needed to be done, or at least right then and there.  Everything could be done tomorrow or the next day.  You made your way over to your couch, turning on the television as you did so.  As you sat down you let out a sigh of relief.  The week had been busy, and you were happy that it was finally over.  You weren’t even aware of what was running on the television, it was just there for background noise.  But there was one thing that was not in the background, and that was your phone.  The beeping sound found its way into your head, it was anno

"Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love Spotlight's shining. It's all about us." It was a quiet night, the sound of frantic fingers bouncing along a keyboard with a 'click, click, click' noise being the only thing disrupting the silence. Clad in your comfiest pyjamas with your hair in a bun and an unfinished essay flashed across your computer screen, you sat in front of your desk suffering the consequences of your procrastination and terrible writers block. Just as you were finally getting over your writers block though, you were rudely interrupted by the sound of your ringtone playing. "Uggghhhh..." You groaned, scowling when yo