Becky-Marie-Rose

"Micah..." "Well, well, well, Marco. Look what you did this time. If you had just let her leave, this wouldn't have happened." "I had to help her." "Help? HA! Look at her now, Marco. Her dead, cold body dripping blood in your pickup truck." "When I gain control, I am going straight to the police. I have people to back me up on being insane." "Now, now, don't be snappy, Marco. The word isn't 'when' it's 'if'." "Bullshit. I've made it out before." "You? I let you out. I helped you hide the bodies. I helped you clean the blood. I helped you find your way back home after those nights of screaming women. The only reason we haven't been caug

From the time Agnes was 5 and was old enough to realize what part of her name meant, she would not shut up about it. Every year of school would start the same. "Hi, I'm Agnes and my names means that I'm holy." She could not remember the last part until she was 10. But the first day of 5th grade was similar to first days of other years. "Hi, I'm Agnes and my names means that I'm holy and chaste." That was how she introduced herself until high school rolled around. "Hi, I'm Agnes and my names means holy and chaste." The first day of freshman year changed her future storytelling of her name. "So, what? Does that mean you are a stupid virgin?

"NO!" Eren's angry shout was heard by his sister and parents. His art teacher had sent him an email stating that his sketch of a dog was overdue. Eren had been home for school for 10 minutes and his family was already dealing with his yelling. The art assignment had been due earlier that day but Mr. Smith never collected the projects. He made the students turn in the art on their own. If they did not turn that day's assignment into the box then he would send an email to them. Eren was just one of the recipients of the "Late Mail". Eren voiced his disapproval by a drawn out grunting noise that was heard by his sister on the way to her room.

"Freckles~. Freckles. Freckles!" Marco was shaken awake by his new friend. "Hu? I'm awake." Marco groaned, followed by a yawn. He sat up on the couch and realized he was not in his own clothes. He looked around assessing the situation before remembering he was in someone else's apartment in someone else's clothes. And that someone else was standing in front of him in just a pair of boxers. Marco yawned again. "Put on some clothes, man." Jean rolled his eyes and walked away. "My place, my rules." Jean lifted his arms above his head and stretched in front of the window. He is so doing that in purpose. "It's a nice view from this window."

Skeleton laughed. Soon he was on his knees. Marco's face was red when he realized that Skeleton was joking with him. "Fuck you." "Oh come on, Freckles. That was funny." "Freckles? You have a nickname for me?" Skeleton got off the floor and looked up and Marco. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?" He is attractive. And that body. Marco was having a hard time staying concentrated on being mad with that face and body so close to him. "Well?" Skeleton stepped back and smirked at Marco. "Not really but my name is Marco." Marco did his best to keep his face straight. He concentrated on the paint on Skeleton's face to distract him from anything

Marco didn't think he could see because of how loud the music was. Or was it that he couldn't hear because of the flashing lights? Maybe it was the drinks but that guy in the corner was kinda hot. The freckled man made his way over to the punk looking guy in the corner. He had two-toned hair that was lighter on top. Marco couldn't tell how attractive he was really was because the guy's face was covered in skeletal paint. Marco's wave was not unnoticed by the other man. He returned the wave but with a more malicious smirk then Marco's. The skeleton man took Marco's hand and pulled him over to the dance floor. Which was practically the whole