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Hot Streak was depressed, but that wasn't anything new. His soul was tormented with the torment of his soul. He hadn't seen Richie or Virgil in so long, and he kind of missed them, but again, he had been too depressed lately to cause trouble. He only caused trouble because he wanted attention for once in his life. He only caused trouble because he wanted Richie's attention.
Richie. The light of his dark, tormented life. Just seeing Richie tormented his soul with an anguish of feelings. He loved Richie so much - his golden haired studmuffin - but Richie didn't even know of his tormented existence.
Tormented, Hot Streak walked down the street.
((Open RP. XD;))
EDIT:
My Dearest Richie,
I didn't think I'd ever have the courage to tell you this, but I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you, and I have been since the first time I laid eyes on you. I wish I could tell you face to face how I felt, but as of yet, I still don't have the courage. I hope you can accept me, and my confession of love. I will do my best to reform my old ways so that you can love me as well. I promise. I will help old ladies walk across the streets and help stray puppies. Please. I love you so, so much, and I just want to be with you, the fire of my loins, the light of my life.
Richie, please, be mine. I love you.
With all my love,
Francis "Hot Streak" Stone
P.S. You smell good.
After his signature, there was a small, perfectly shaped heart burned into the paper.
Richie. The light of his dark, tormented life. Just seeing Richie tormented his soul with an anguish of feelings. He loved Richie so much - his golden haired studmuffin - but Richie didn't even know of his tormented existence.
Tormented, Hot Streak walked down the street.
((Open RP. XD;))
EDIT:
My Dearest Richie,
I didn't think I'd ever have the courage to tell you this, but I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you, and I have been since the first time I laid eyes on you. I wish I could tell you face to face how I felt, but as of yet, I still don't have the courage. I hope you can accept me, and my confession of love. I will do my best to reform my old ways so that you can love me as well. I promise. I will help old ladies walk across the streets and help stray puppies. Please. I love you so, so much, and I just want to be with you, the fire of my loins, the light of my life.
Richie, please, be mine. I love you.
With all my love,
Francis "Hot Streak" Stone
P.S. You smell good.
After his signature, there was a small, perfectly shaped heart burned into the paper.