::If It Means a Lot to You:: 1Every relationship has its ups and downs. Yes, they can start out wonderfully, but then, something in the middle ruins their trust, and they begin to grow distant. Soon enough, it's as though the two in the relationship barely know each other anymore, and they don't even speak. These sorts of relationships usually end in a break up, and maybe a death or two from the harsh sorrows that they may be holding. If the two individuals weren't that angry, they would just part ways as unlikely friends.
"What the hell are you doing with the music up so loud, Zoe!?" Lovino stormed into the basement of his home and looked around for the young girl who was supposed to be down here. He couldn't find her anywhere, so he stomped over to the stereo and turned the music down by a lot with an exasperated sigh. "Where the hell are you, dammit?"
"I don't know if I should, Cam. I mean, Lovi and I just got this place, and he said that we could drive to the college every day." A worried voice came from th
All-American Boy .::AmericaxReader::.Alfred pulled up his pants with a grunt. He had troubles zipping up his pants, and then he couldn't even button up his pants. With a groan, he fell backwards on to the bed and called out for his girlfriend. "[Name], babe, I can't button up my pants! Can you please help me?"
"Alfred, I asked if you needed any pants while I was out the other day and you said no! Why did you lie to me about that?" You walked into the room and stared at him, hands on your hips in a mature fashion. "I'm not helping you with that."
"Please, I asked nicely for once!" Alfred began to whine, which gained an exasperated sigh from you. "I never ask nicely, and you know that! So, can't you make an exception for today, please?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, pursing your lips. "Are we going to go clothes shopping, then?"
Biting his lip, Alfred sat up so he was leaning on his elbows, and he contemplated the question. He really didn't want to go shopping for clothes, because for a guy his build and age, he re
That Game... ::FinlandxReader Drabble::"Oh, Tino, I read something about Finnish Championship games the other day. Is it true that they throw cellphones as one of the games?" You looked up from your laptop towards the Finnish boy beside you. He, in turn, casted you a confused look. You giggled and looked back at your computer, going to find the article. "I was actually looking up something for my college course and then I got sidetracked on deviantArt, but then I saw a picture someone drew with people throwing phones."
Tino let out a realization laugh and nodded, looking up at the ceiling as he leaned back. "Oh yeah, there's definitely those games in my homeland. Come to think of it, there really isn't any other country with such weird games! I can't think of any other country!" He laughed again, which caused you to laugh as well.
"Did you ever participate in that game?"
Tino blinked and closed his eyes, racking his mind for if he actually did participate once. It couldn't have been that hard, could it? "Uhm I think I