spread it like an std
Here are lines from the first 20 songs that pop up on my playlist. The challenge: comment with a drabble inspired by any line of your choice! Then go and post these instructions in your own journal so people can write drabbles for you.
( lyrics! )
( lyrics! )
Eisley - Plenty Of Paper
When Justin had said that they didn’t need rings, he meant it.
When he had agreed with Brian that he didn’t want to be with someone who sacrificed their life for their love, he meant it.
When he told himself, countless times on the plane and even more in the search for an apartment, a studio, a hole in the wall, that this was what he was meant to be doing, he meant it quietly and knew that Brian meant it too, when he had told him so, more with looks than words.
So it wasn’t that he had lied. And it wasn’t that he didn’t believe those things. It was just that he missed Brian. And after a year, 12 long and lonely months, Justin called Brian, saying “I’ve had enough,” and he meant it.
When Brian picked him up at the airport with only a small smile to greet him, Justin smiled too. He told his agent that he would call often, and that of course he would continue to work, and he had meant it.
He told his quasi New York friends that he would be in touch and would visit, and he had meant it.
But he was ready to be home. And when he leaned up, passing Brian’s mouth for his ear, and told him softly, “I love you,” he meant it, as he always had.
And when Justin stood in front of their friends, in a long overdue ceremony, and said “I do,” he meant it more than anything.
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