Woops I DaveJohn'dImma start writing right in the middle for lack of inspiration. (Okay oops, that comment wasn't supposed to be in there but I'm leaving it anyway.)Woops I DaveJohn'd by fabulouslyDashing
John leaned in, a bucktoothed smile gracing his complexion, and coaxed Dave's head forward. Raising his eyebrows, Dave let John kiss him without a complaint. They kissed softly at first, their mouths moving slowly and almost awkwardly. Were they sure they could just hop from a strong friendship to a romance so quickly? Dave sure could, and he had recently determined that in John's dictionary, "no homo" means, "I love you."
Dave's eyes went wide as suddenly John began kissing harder, gripping a few locks of his friend's blonde hair. There was no way Dave was going to let John be the leader in all of this romance shit. The Knight of Time was here to shine. So he poked his tongue suddenly into John's mouth, maneuvering around those adorable funky teeth of his. Why hadn't John thought of this earlier? It would have been really nice. Really n
HC OCT Audition, Chapter TwoThe soft couches were nothing like Griff had ever felt before. He stared at the ground, lost in his thoughts, absentmindedly stroking the fabric of the one he was sitting on. It was corduroy, he thought, but he couldn't say for sure. He'd never had easy access to the stuff, and even when he did, it was his mom that dealt with it. Fabric had never been a big deal at all, until now. Now, the expensive materials that surrounded him signified that he was officially a part of the Capitol. Not for long, though. He was going to die.HC OCT Audition, Chapter Two by fabulouslyDashing
He bit down roughly on his lip, closing his eyes tightly. He was going to die. This was a fact he was certain of now. His mind ran through every possible way he could win, and he couldn't even scratch the surface of a good plan. He could run, but what good would that do him? His lungs had been failing him since his birth, and there's no way he'd be able to make it without having an asthma attack. Fighting didn't even cross his mind. Griff had always been a
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