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I have bad writers block. It's killing me. I want to post chapter 32, but I have no idea what the hell im going to write!! please enjoy the pic of my lion hair, but help me with ideas! comment on my hair it took me an hour to get it to stand up like that :D

I have bad writers block. It's killing me. I want to post chapter 32, but I have no idea what the hell im going to write!! please enjoy the pic of my lion hair, but help me with ideas! comment on my hair it took me an hour to get it to stand up like that :D

Chapter 1 : Caught in the Crossfire

The next morning I woke up in Bandit's bedroom floor. I was laying on Party. "Good morning." He said. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The picture of Bandit bleeding was burned into my mind. "M-morning" I stuttered, but couldn't help it. He sat up and hugged me. "Dren she's okay now. You shouldn't worry." He stood and helped me to my feet. He walked me to Ghoul's room and I walked in and sat by the window. "Dren? Are you okay?" Ghoul walked over to me and sat next to me. I leaned my head over on his chest. "Ghoul it was horrible. She....she was bleeding. She was bleeding. Ghoul" I began to cry and he just let me. He knew that I had to cry to get over it. I cried for a hour. He stood and helped me to my feet. We walked hand in hand to Bandit's room. She was laying there just staring at the ceiling. She turned her head and smiled at me. She stood and lifted her sleeve. "Dren. I'm okay." She smiled and I traced her wound. "Bandit. Watching you bleed..." "Dren it's okay. I promise.

Chapter 1 : Caught in the Crossfire

Chapter 1 : Caught in the Crossfire

I woke up the next morning and Ghoul was sleeping with his head in my lap. I didn't want to wake him up, so i sat there smiling. He began to wake up and opened one eye and stared at me. "What time is it?" He asked scratching the back of his head. "It's almost 2 in the morning. Go crawl into bed and go back to sleep. I'll be there in a second." I smiled and brushed his hair away from his face. He sat up and kissed me. He stood and layed in bed. He almost immediantly started snoring. I giggled a little and walked into the main room. Party was awake. He was in the main room drawing. "Hello." I whispered and he looked up at me and smiled. "Hello gorgeous. Come sit down." He was smiling uncontrollably. I was hard not to notice. "So why are you up so early?" He looked at me and smiled. "I don't know. I just got restless." I smiled back at him. He was good company early in the morning. When nobody is around he's really sweet.
Party's P.O.V.

You pick the brown coffee sachet out of the hat. No-one stands up at first, and you feel like you may have gotten a fake item. Then Mikey stands up. His cheeks are bright red, and he sticks his hands in his pockets. “Can we just get this over with?” He says roughly. You shrug your shoulders and follow him into the closet. He shuts the door, and stands the awkwardly. You can’t help but feel a little bit disappointed. He takes his hands out of his pockets and runs them through his brown hair. “Look” he starts saying. “I’m sorry I’m being such an ass...” He takes off his glasses, and starts cleaning them. “I didn’t really wanna come to this thing, but my brother made me...so it’s kinda awkward here, cus I don’t know anyone” You smile sympathetically. “It’s okay...I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t wanna do” He puts his glasses back on. “Thanks...but...I do like you.

You pick up the red guitar pick from the hat. Frank, the kid from music, smiles and stands up. He’s probably the youngest out of the five guys, but you don’t mind. He steps over the hat, almost tripping over it. You giggle quietly, and he looks at you, glad he made you laugh. He takes your hand, and you walk into the closet together. He’s still smiling and he sticks his hands in his pockets. “Sorry...I’m kinda clumsy” he says, quietly. You smile back, and you say you don’t mind. He steps closer to you, looking deeply into your eyes, taking your hand again. “I know I’m younger then you...and you probably think I’m just a stupid little kid” he looks down, and you feel a small bit of pity for him. “But” he says “I like you...I really like you, I was really happy you chose me...” He flicks his black hair out of his eyes, and you can clearly see them now, a really nice shade of brown, and you look at him, feeling yourself fall in love. “Can...can I kiss you?” He asks politely.