SecretlyaSecret

You glanced around nervously as you hopped off the bus and began the short walk to Eridan Ampora’s house. This was easily the nicest neighborhood you’d ever seen, and you were worried you stuck out like a sore thumb. You and Eridan were in the same biology class and were lab partners. He seemed to be struggling with the subject (particularly the frog dissection, for some weird reason), so you’d volunteered to help tutor him.  To your surprise, after only a few days wrestling with his pride, Eridan agreed. Which was odd for him. Eridan had a definite superiority complex, especially towards humans. Despite that, he seem

Your eyes lazily scanned your homepage, twirling your mouse in little circles, and thinking about what you wanted for christmas this year. You shifted, laid on your stomach and crossed your legs behind you. Your best friend Francis looked up from the Vogue issue he was reading and gave you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes. Francis had… flirtation problems. But his hilarious wit, kind nature, and useless facts made that easy to overlook. Plus he was just damn reliable. The kind of hold your hair back while you puke, bail you out of jail, punch your mother cause your mother’s a bitch best friend. Really though, my mother’

“Are you okay?” I exclaimed, rolling off of Kiku and studying him intently. He groaned, but smiled weakly at me, letting my know he was alright. I sighed in relief, putting a hand absently on his arm to reassure myself he was still there. Kiku was… I don’t know what exactly he was to me. I’d grown so used to his company, I couldn’t imagine being without him.  Kiku put his hand on top of mine, gazing up at me with an expression I couldn’t read. I felt a blush stain my skin. Kiku and I were touching, and he’d been the one to initiate the contact. It wasn’t a quick touch either. His hand li

It was a cool spring morning and the first rays of the rising sun were warming the darkened sky. Besides the faint chatter of a few birds through your closed window, the world was silent and peaceful and still. Until your alarm went off, that is. The shrill, high sound blasted through your bedroom and hammered into your skull. You fumbled for the off switch before simply ripping the plug out of the wall. “Stupid alarm clock, stupid mornings, stupid Ludwig.” You muttered darkly. Your voice was muffled by the pillow you had buried your head in. You felt horrible. Your stomach ached, your throat was dry and burned ached with every

-it. Lying next to you was none other than your nemesis. Roderich Edelstein. “You heathen!” You shrieked, pulling the hotel room sheets around you like a protective shield. Roderich, who had apparently been sleeping up until that point, jerked awake and looked around in bewilderment. He fumbled for his glasses, which turned out to be on your side table. You flung them at him then wiped your hand in disgust. You’d have to take god knows how many showers just to feel clean again. You’d need to be decontaminated, hazmat suits and all. Roderich slid his glasses onto his face and slid a hand through his thick hair. Usual

 You sighed loudly, as you polished a glass that was already shining. You missed him more and more every day. Sure you loved your job as a late night bartender, and you had some great friends. But without Alfred ..... You smirked and rolled your eyes as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a chest. “Francis” you sighed, setting down the glass you’d been polishing, “How many times have I told you, I’m not interested.” “Francis?” A familiar voice rumbled into your ear. “I might have to have a talk with him later. He must be one messed up dude to hit on my girlfrie

Author's Note: Please read the note at the bottom if you are a frequent reader of mine! It's very important. You walked through the flower shop as if you were a goddess. A long white dress fell  to your knees, brushing your soft skin as you glided across the greenhouse floor. The flowers seemed to stretch toward you, as if they could leave the pot and wind themselves in your soft, (hair length) hair. You were majestic, and beautiful, and you commanded attention. You could feel the eyes of others lingering on you, but you had eyes, for only one. A tall man with tangled blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail from his beautiful face. He was ga

You spilt blood for them, Shed tears for them. Poured so much of you soul into them It’s as if you’re two parts Of one whole. Such a strong bond and yet- Yet your screams are silent to their ears Your suffering goes unnoticed Yes you poured so much of your soul into them And it left you empty and broken.

Lovely, Lovely Alice Fashioned from fire and ice, She was at once Both nasty and nice. Lovely, Lovely Alice How brilliant she shines, She is the incarnate of an angel, With a demon's vice. Lovely, Lovely Alice She will not hold my hand. How sweet is her poison And how deeply does it brand? Lovely, Lovely Alice Who's lips are just as red As the roses on her casket, For poor Alice is dead.

 The paper hit you last period, right in the back of the head. You tried to ignore it you really did. You went back to listening to the history teacher drone on. A “psst” sound made you wince, but you refused to turn around. “(Name), kesesesese!” Everyone in the back to rows had heard it, and Romano turned to give you an irritated look. “Control your monkey.” He hissed, and you flushed, hiding behind your hair. It wasn't your fault if Gilbert would not leave you alone while you were trying to learn. You wanted to tell him off, but embarrassment kept you silent. Another wadded up paper hit you and you