3 Works by aWriterinPink
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It started with the occasional glance while ordering food. Nothing major. But he found himself going more and more often on his breaks, just to see that face of a man who interested him.
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He asked for help in the men's section, looking for a cologne. The employee was nice, his demeanor that perfectly practiced kindness that he could tell was forced. God he loved it.
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Obsession. That's what some would call it. That's what he called it. But he just couldn't stop thinking of that man he worked two stores down from.
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Four different lives suddenly collide. Like planets with nowhere else to go but into each other. A gorgeous plethora or colour, violence, and the birth of something new.
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- Part 1 of A Clooless Disaster
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It started with a glance or two. Then it turned to an exchange of a few words. And then?
He fell. Ghost fell and he fell hard. And for who? A damn Scotsman who said time and time again that he was straight but wasn't against other people being into the same gender.
Ghost wants a man he can't have.
He wants his friends little prodigy.
Ghost's kryptonite.But he wants the school's popular girl. (Or so he thought)
And Ghost is the shadow in the corner of the room, his attitude a Manchester rainstorm.Until he saw that damned smile for the first time.
Now he's determined to find out what the hell is making that little Scotsman's gears turn.
Before he leaves to Scotland.
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- Part 1 of Destined Souls
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"Potter!" The blonde boy exclaimed through gritted teeth.
Harry turned, confused. But, he was instantly knocked back as a fist made contact with his nose, breaking his glasses and possibly breaking his nose.
"The hell Malfoy?" Hermione shouted, Ron moving from her side to check on the brown haired boy.
"Why the hell would you do this to me, Potter?! Why the hell were you with Ginny Weasley last night?!" Draco shouted, his voice breaking and his vision going blurry, tears stinging his eyes.
Ron stopped, straightened up, and walked away slowly and oddly calmly. Harry picked himself up and tried going after the boy but stopped in his tracks. How does one explain this?