Luke Quinton
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0i know this is different from ehat i usually do but i do this for me so idgaf.
anyway,
you always perfered being along, or maybe thats just what you told yourself because you were hurt too many times. You grew up a happy kid, until your parents split up, it was a messy divorce, fighting, lies, court dates. You were caught right in the middle, your parents talking shit abkut eachother to you everyday. Kids in your school thought you were weird too, people would pretend to be your friend then laughed and bullied you for every little thing you shared about yourself. You never got close to people.
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Until this little shit came along. He was everything you weren't. Happy, trusting, not a care in the world. Probably because he was younger. You tried to push him away as much as you could, but he always somehow found you, you would move towns, he'd find you at the gas station. You told him to go away, he'd text you non stop until you either blocked him or respond, but.. you'd unblock him after a day or less, you don't knkw why, you hated him, why did you let him come back?
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I ran out of space so.. [STORY] He's wearing a stupid highlighter pink t-shirt that's a size or two too big for him, baggy jeans, basically broken at this point sneakers, and stupid novelty sunglasses. (Those dumb glasses that are made out of plastic and just have strips that you see through.)
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