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You sighed. A new house means a new school. And you moved all the way across the country. It won't take long before your classified as the nerd again. what made it worse was that all your true friends are across the country. And starting anew didn't sound all that appetizing, since it took you six years of elementary school too finally find a true friend in middle school. At least there was this cool thing called the internet to keep you and your friends in touch. Walking into your new school you noticed a few people watching you. Mostly popular kids, which surprised you. Popular kids don't even pay a second glance at you. (America's POV)

“Hey there, doll face,” Al said, leaning his chin on your shoulder as he snaked his arms around your waist, “fancy meeting you here.” Sighing you answered, “I live here, Al.” You might have jumped at this contact a few months ago, and a few years ago you might have been surprised that he was here. But now this was a regular occurrence. “Ah, what do I have to do to get a reaction out of you?” Al said, attempting to tickle your sides. However, you bit back your giggles, and turned to him sternly, “I’m used to everything you do now, Al. It’s just normal for you to be weird.&rdq

“talking”, ‘thinking’ You didn’t know what to do as Al started to move his hands inside your shirt “A-Al stop please” “ha as if you don’t like it” He said with a smirk as he kissed you hungrily and slowly pushed your shirt up. ‘Fuck I’m gonna get raped!’ you started to squirm underneath Al and accidentally hit your TV remote causing the sports channel to pop on the screen “And see ya!!! A home run for the Yankees!” At that moment Al stopped his advancements and sat up to look at the screen “Fuck yes! Baseball!” You were dumfounded ‘WTF

“talking” ‘thinking’ (Reader POV) It’s been a week since I ordered my Hetaloid and I was getting board, luckly my favorite (sport) team had a game here in (city) and decided to go. When I got back home I saw a delivery guy outside my door with a large crate beside him. “Hello there you must be (f/n) (l/n) please sign these papers while I get your package inside” “ok but can you open it for me? I don’t think I have anything I can use to open a crate” “sure I can miss” he said as he started to enter my home. Once everything was done and the guy left I was now left alone w

                             ~Your point of view~ I have been walking for about 6 hours straight, not knowing where I'm going; so furious of my mother I couldn't care now. Ever since dad has passed away, she wasn't the same as she was 3 years ago when he was still here. His death must have given her some emotional hit to break from sanity like a mad man and forget the good she had known… As I was walking I came to an halt. I felt a presence lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce on me like it has been starving for days. My first thought is to run. I immediately started running, feeling a pair of amber red eyes burning with hatred

2p!America x Reader- To be, or to simply not give a fuck. ~No one's damn point of view~ "(NAME) GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" (Name)'s mother yelled from the kitchen. (Name) put the mop down, and walked from the bathroom where she had been mopping, to the kitchen, where her evil mother stood; doing most likely nothing besides bossing her around. "Yes, mother?" (Name) said, trying the hardest not to get angry and smack her own mother straight in the face. "(Name), why the fuck haven't you done the dishes?!" her mother yelled. "I was cleaning the bathroom like you said, I'm almost do-" her mother cut her off. "I DON'T CARE, GET IN THIS KITCHEN, A

You sighed and groaned, trying to calm your nerves down. Your parents decided to send you outside more, how they would call it. It wasn't that you were anti-social or anything. You were just shy and nervous when talking to new people. Sometimes when new people came in town you tried to be friendly and nice, but they brushed you aside or send you dirty looks when you crossed their views. Right now your parents were sending you to some little camp with some other teenagers, hoping you would open up more, but that was just impossible, even if you wanted. It was nighttime and you began to pack full month of stuff. You knew this following month w

Chapter Seventeen: You’re His New Addiction “There you go, like that. Now toss it. You just – oh my god, idiota, what did I say earlier about your stance?” “Ugh, I thought I was getting it.” You stopped concentrating and simply flung the knife without a care. “I’m tired of this. Can we do something else, Luci?” He ignored your remarks and gawked at where your knife had lodged. “Holy shit. You’re almost at the bull’s-eye.” After a moment, he spun around and waved it off with a snarky look. “Whatever. Just luck.” He snidely adjusted his shirt collar,