flyer for a party

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In Iran, the presidential campaign has come to an end. Election rules require a day of quiet before the May 19 vote - but supporters of candidates spent the last nights before the pause making noise in the streets. Electioneering becomes a loud, boisterous, all-night party. People walk in traffic, hand out flyers, stop cars in their tracks, blow air horns, and try anything else they can to attract attention to their side. One photo here shows a woman in Tehran, one of many people passing out flyers on Tuesday evening in support of President Hassan Rouhani. (Nearby, a crowd favoring his main rival, Ebrahim Raisi, passed by us chanting “Rouhani bye bye, Rouhani bye bye.”) Another photo shows a man favoring a local council candidate in the city of Qazvin on Wednesday night. There, horn honks, shouts and celebrations continued until at least 3:30am. Iranians take a risk when they engage in political speech - but for some, restrictions loosen up at election time.

– Steve Inskeep

So this happened....

Went to the Black Lives Matter “march” and didn’t like how they were watering down what the movement is about, didn’t like that is centered the lens of cis het black men.
It had no intersexuality on top of that they tried to make Black Lives, Black Deaths, Black Oppressions into a party. A party. They literally said “ lets turn up.”, and they had music and food. It was a social event. Also their were few black and brown folks there. It was a sea of whiteness. So me and my friend Khadija shut it down. The organizers mostly black men tried to silence us. But other black and brown women said hell no, support us and people started chanting for us to be heard.
Took the mic, and told them Black Lives and Oppressions are not a turn up. Then we went into the different things happening to black people. Such as, over 4,000 black immigrants being deported as we speak. We talked Black undocumented folks and ice raids in our communities.
We talked about Black Trans Women being murdered. We talked about Somalia being classified a war zone during a famine. And Militarized anti blackness as International.
We talked about the black folks in prison. We talked about institutional racism and anti blackness. We talked about Black Muslim women whose hijabis were torn off at protests and then arrested. We talked about the rights of black children.
During our speech, they told me before we got on the “stage” to make sure we toned it down. Then the mic my friend was using to speak was lowered. She said hell nah and told them to give her the other mic.
And start speaking. They didn’t even give us a lot of time before they took the mic from us. While we were speaking they kept trying to take the mic.
This was wild y'all. After they took the mic, they wanted us stay on the stage to be token black Muslim women.

People boo them because they wouldn’t let us speak. And we refused to be silenced. That’s why they gave us the mic.

I’m so happy we shut it down because black folks in the crowd were hella pissed by what was happening. The Black and brown folks who supported us originally and those in the crowd thanked us for speaking up and talking about intersexuality. A black women who is undocumented thank us for talking about undocumented black folks. This is wild y'all. We had to say several times that Black Lives is not a Party. Not a social event.

Y'all they got a warehouse for a “Black Party” after the march. The flyer for the party was of a black boy with his hands up, and it said something about not being let in or allowed in. Yea. Let that sink in.

So not here for this shit.

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Michael Alig - “Club Kids Killer”

Michael Alig was the founder and promoter of the “Club Kids”, a notorious group of club-goers and partyers that rose to prominence in the 80s and 90s.

Alig first moved to New York to escape the conservative, small-town mentality he felt had oppressed him for being gay and “different”. He started off as a busboy and was quickly able to move up ranks within the New York underground scene.

He became known for throwing lavish and over-the-top costume parties. He would pull stunts such as passing out flyers for parties at fast-food restaurants, and as his and the “Club Kids” notoriety grew, so did Alig’s drug use.

Alig began to surround himself with more and more drug pushers and connections to fuel his addiction. One such connection was “Angel” Melendez (see below picture).

On March 17th, 1996, Alig, his friend “Freeze” Riggs murdered Angel over a long-standing drug debt. Alig and Angel got into a physical altercation and Alig claims he grabbed a pillow and pushed it against Angels face in an effort to restrain him. From there, Freeze hit Angel over the head three times with a hammer. The two then proceeded to inject Drano into Angel, which ultimately killed him.

Not knowing what to do with Angel’s body, Alig first locked him in a bathroom in his apartment. Alig continued to host parties at his home while Angel’s body was locked in the bathroom. When guests began to complain of the smell, Alig claimed “plumbing problems” were the source. Once the smell became too strong to ignore, Alig and Riggs dismembered Angel and put his body into a cork-lined box. A few days following, they placed Angel’s body in a cardboard box and dumped him in the Hudson River, where he washed up on shore and found by teens hanging out on the beach. The body was not immediately identifiable and it actually took until November of 1996 for the coroner to formally report that the body found was that of Angel.

During this time, Alig went around telling people something “bad” had happened to Angel and that he was responsible. Nobody took anything he said to heart because his drug use had all but taken over. Additionally, police were reluctant to bring Alig in for questioning as he was their key witness in charges pending against Alig’s former partner Peter Gaiten.

Alig, knowing he would be heavily implicated, fled to New Jersey and holed up in a hotel until police surrounded the building. Alig gave a full confession but pled Not Guilty to first-degree murder claiming self-defense was the main cause.

In December of 1997, Alig pled guilty to manslaughter and he was sentenced to 10-20 years for Angel’s murder. His first request for parole in 2006 was denied, and he was paroled in May of 2014.

There is currently a documentary on Netflix called “Glory Daze” which highlights Alig and his crime.

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I keep reading 'voltron pjo au' as voltron pyjamas au 😂 SO COULD I REQUEST VOLTRON PJO PYJAMAS PARTY?

HOW DARE YOU KELSEY LMAO! But I forgive you cause this is cute.

[Voltron PJO AU] Keith was on his way to the arena to start his day when Lance bumped into him. Upon seeing the son of Poseidon, Keith’s mood turned sour but then he remembered that Lance and him were friends now. So, his frown disappeared immediately.

“Oh hey, Mullet Head!” Lance greeted, as if shocked to see him. “I was just giving out stuff to the gang and here.” He handed him a handmade flyer. “I’ll see you then! Have to go and see my sunshine. That’s Hunk by the way. In case you didn’t know. Shiro’s at the arena and he’s looking for you!” 

Keith did know about Lance and Hunk. It wasn’t even a secret at how much PDA they were doing. He looked at the flyer and he furrowed his eyebrows.

PYJAMAS PARTY AT CABIN 13! (Keith’s Cabin) 
Saturday Night! 
Wear your cute pyjamas and bring snacks to share! 

“Lance, what the—,” he looked up to see he was standing alone. The other boy no longer in sight. 

How the hell was there an event that was going to be held in his cabin without his knowledge? What kind of crappy organizer was Lance? Besides, he didn’t even agree to any of this.

Pocketing the paper, he headed to the arena and saw Shiro. The son of Zeus spotted him and his whole face just lit up. Dammit. Now Keith couldn’t help but smile back at his boyfriend too.

He was about to tell Shiro about how ridiculous Lance was when Shiro waved a paper at him, grinning. “I’m so happy we’re having a pyjamas party, Keith! I’ve never had one and it seems exciting!”

Keith deflated. Fricking Lance. He planned all of this. Now there was no way he could cancel the party he had no idea of. Shiro was excited and who was Keith to kill that excitement? 

Saturday night arrived faster than Keith had hoped. The next thing he knew, he was making sure his cabin looked presentable. There was a knock on his door and Shiro was on the other side when he opened it.

Shiro’s smile on his face turned into a frown when he took notice of what Keith was wearing. “Why aren’t you in your pjs?”

“I don’t have one,” Keith deadpanned.

“Liar,” Shiro rolled his eyes, letting himself in. “I know you have pyjamas, Keith. Don’t even deny it. You wear them when you sleepover at my cabin.” The older boy headed towards his wardrobe and checked himself. “Here we go! Look at this. Black pjs with daggers. Your favourite since they’re so soft and comfy!” 

Keith scowled. He loved those pyjamas but there was no way the others were going to see him in them over his dead body.

They saw him wear the black patterned pyjamas and Lance was holding back his laughter while Hunk, and Allura cooed. Pidge however, was checking out the different styles of daggers printed on them. Everyone wore their night wear as they prepared their mattresses on the floor.

“There’s no point of pyjamas party if we don’t sleep on the floor, Keith. What the hell is wrong with you?” Lance was scandalized when Keith offered the other beds for them in his cabin.

“It’s all about the bonding, man. We have to be all cuddly when we sleep together,” Hunk added as a matter-of-factly. 

“Awww, Keith is this your first time?” Pidge teased.

“It’s my first time too!” Shiro said, raising a finger.

“All the better then,” Allura clapped her hands excitedly. “We have so much to do during this sleepover party!”

“It’s a Pyjamas Party, Allura.”

“Same banana, Lance.”

“This is the shittiest game ever created,” Keith grumbled, hands crossed.

“You’re just saying that cause you’re a sissy!” Lance retorted. “Everyone loves the game of truth or dare! It’s a classic game!”

“Says no one ever,” Keith rolled his eyes. Then he saw Shiro smiling at him.

“I volunteer as tribute,” Shiro said. “I’ll take the first one.”

“Okay, Mr. Zeus Junior,” Pidge smirked. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” Shiro answered with determination.

“I dare you to give Keith a striptease.” Pidge challenged and then everyone was Oooooh-ing.

Keith’s eyes widened in shock. “YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO HIM!!!” 

Shiro flushed, his body was frozen and Keith started to panic. 

“Look what you did to him! YOU BROKE MY BOYFRIEND!” Keith turned to Shiro and shook him. The rest was just laughing so hard while Shiro was heating up and Keith didn’t know how to fix it. 

NO

Request: Heyo! Could I request a steve rogers daughter, when she sneaks out to a party and gets really drunk 😊😊 thank you

Warnings: Underage drinking. Don’t be stupid please.

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“No.”

"But why not?” You walked briskly to keep up with your dad.
“Because. It’s not that I don’t trust you; but kids your age… I don’t want you drinking.”

“I’m not gonna-”

“No.” He cut you off again. Going into the training room.

You groaned. When was he going to stop treating you like a kid? You were responsible enough to make sure you weren’t drinking or anything. He said it himself.

You just had to prove it. You were going to that party.

.

A week had gone by and your dad seemed to have completely forgotten about the party. So all you had to do was come up with another excuse to go out of the building.

“Hey dad? Is it alright if I go to Peter Parker’s house to study? We have a big test coming up.”

“Yeah,” He shrugged.

“Cool thanks bye!” You rushed out of the house.

Once you had walked a block away, your friend was there to pick you up. Good thing you had a couple of friends you could drive.

“What are you wearing?” She asked you, leaning back slightly.

“Oh, I had to sneak out so… I have clothes in my bag.”

She smirked and nodded. Boy was your friend a trouble maker; she probably snuck out of her own house every night.

“Okay, here we are.” She said as you pulled up to a house that looked like a giant disco ball.

As soon as you had reached the door, it flung open and somebody pulled you both inside.You were soon separated from your friend when she had gone somewhere with a boy.

You were starting to feel bad about sneaking out, so you thought maybe eating something would take your mind off of it.

You walked over to a large table that was decorated with a variety of snack-like foods.

You decided to go for the punch. You figured you would puke if you tried to eat anything while feeling this guilty. Something tasted odd about the punch, but you didn’t question it; because you liked it.

You looked around the room. Everyone was engaged in either their own conversation, or their own make-out session. This really wasn’t your type of party.

You sat down with your second cup of punch, pulled out your phone, and began to scroll through Instagram.

-4 Hours Later-

“Where’s Y/N?” Tony asked Natasha.

“Uh, didn’t she say she was studying with that Peter kid?” She threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“Yeah, but that was at seven. It’s midnight.”

“Well, maybe she’s just spending the night?” Natasha suggested, getting a bit nervous as well.

“Why don’t we find out?” Tony asked, picking up his phone.

“May?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

Why does he have May’s number on speed dial?

“Do you know of an Y/N Rogers?…. Yeah, yeah, she’s one of my- interns. I was just wondering if she was over there… Right. I just… Really care about my interns. She isn’t?” He glanced at Natasha.

“Alright, thanks for your time. I hope I’ll see you soon.” He smirked into the phone before hanging up.

“Y/N’s not over there.”

They went into your room, and found the flyer to the party you had gone to. They looked at each-other and cringed. Steve would be so upset if he found out about this.

“You stay here.” Tony instructed. “Keep Steve occupied. I’ll go pick her up.”

Natasha nodded and headed toward the training room, where Steve spent most of his time.

.

Tony pulled up to the party and went inside. Luckily, most of the kids were too drunk to notice who he was, and try to get autographs and photos.

“Y/N!” He found you laying on the couch. “Get up!”

“Tonnnny!” You smiled at him. “-Bologna.” You began laughing hysterically, as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

“Let’s go,” He helped you up, and led you into his car.

“If you’re gonna puke, lean out the window please.” He bit his lip.

“Okay, Iron Stark.” You began to giggle again.

“You think this is funny?!” He snapped at you.

You looked down quickly, “No.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. But this isn’t a joke Y/N.”

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“Here she is.” Tony announced when he walked you inside.

You were met by the disappointed eyes of Bucky Natasha and Sam. Who were the only ones, Besides Tony and your dad, who weren’t currently out of the Country on a mission.

Bucky stepped to the other side of you and helped You to the couch.

“You realized we’re going to have to tell your father about this?” Natasha asked blankly.

“Tell me what?” Steve walked in.

“Heyyyyy!” You ran over to him. Almost falling over on the way.

You held Your stomach, feeling queasy.

“Jesus.” He remarked. “Y/N! Have you been-”

“Gotta go!” You ran to the bathroom.


June/18/2017


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Last Young Renegade C.H

warning: none, but this is really sad guys. tugs at your heart strings a bit so just be prepared.

word count: 2100+

song: Last Young Renegade by All Time Low

This is actually such a sad one shot guys, it is a fluff and did prompt a few tears while writing it. Hope you like it anon! xx

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You said you’re sick and tired of it, it
But I need you morning, night, and day
I miss you every single way
We said forever but forever wouldn’t wait for us

You were my last young renegade heartache
It only took one night
Caught in the eye of a hurricane, darling
We had to say goodbye 

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So I accidentally came out to my aunt today in the middle of an argument. I was so offended, so insulted on my behalf and on everyone else’s that I just blurted it out. The ensuing ‘conversation’ was awful and I am emotionally spent. My sister says that it’s fine, and not a big deal and that I should get over it. 

It’s not fine. It is a big deal. I will not get over it. 

The things my aunt said were awful, ignorant and homophobic. It is not okay to make a human being feel like they are less of a person because of the way they were born. It’s not. 

We do not deserve to be treated like lower class citizens.

We do not deserve to have to hide from our friends and family because we’re afraid of retribution from them.

We do not deserve to have to hide our flags and wipe off our face paint when we leave Pride just to get home safely.

We do deserve to be ourselves.

We do deserve to be happy and heard.

We do deserve to be treated like human beings.

We have days, weeks and even months dedicated to awareness, to making our community visible. But, is it visible outside of our community? Do people that need to be educated actually see it? See us? Not really. If people go looking for it it’s there, if people go looking for it our community is vibrant and thriving. But if they don’t, they hardly know it exists.

Well, screw that. 

I’m going to make posters and put them in places that people are going to see, I’m going to hand out flyers just like every other group does, I’m going to organise parties and festivals in the middle of my city where we can’t be ignored. I’m going to paint my city with rainbows and they are going to see it.

I refuse to be treated as a lower class citizen. 

I refuse to be scared and forced into hiding.

I refuse to be ignored.

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I played the Christmas DLC and I got Saeran's ending!! It was really good, but at the end when MC gets taken away, I was wondering how they would react. How would RFA + V react to MC disappearing/being kidnapped?

I loved Unknown’s route. Him and Seven and Jumin will forever be my favourites I stg;; But I shall put this under the cut in case spoilers for Seven’s route

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15 klaroline

Thanks for this one, Meg! This one was tricky to do, I wasn’t sure how to approach it, but here we have it ;) Hope you like it!

KC +  “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”


There was music playing loudly around her, people were doing shots, dancing, making out in hidden corners. Everyone around her was completely trashed and she giggled at the sight of it. She could see them all perfectly from her place on the dining table where she was currently dancing.

She stumbled and almost lost her balance but one of the girls dancing next to her caught her. “You okay?” the girl asked before she continued dancing, never even waiting for Caroline to answer.

Was she okay? Probably, but the alcohol clouding her system made it hard for her to be certain. She threw her arms in the air and continued dancing. She was supposed to be fun. Dancing was fun, right?

She stilled when she saw a familiar face enter the room. She should have known she knew about this party. The dorms had been filled with flyers for days. Before she had the chance to turn around and hope he didn’t notice her, he walked over and grabbed her arm. 

“Caroline, you’re being ridiculous,” he hissed at her while he tried to remove her from the table.

“Let me go, Tyler,” she shot back, “You wouldn’t want Hayley to discover her boyfriend had two girlfriends.” She turned around, ready to get back into dancing but he tugged at her arm and she lost her balance, falling into his arms.

“Let me go!” she yelled while she struggled out of his grip. She couldn’t believe he was manhandling her like this.

“Not before we’ve talked about this,” Tyler insisted.

“You cheated. With me or on me. Honestly, I don’t really care which it was because it doesn’t change that you’re a cheater. So no. We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not. You’ll see how ridiculous you’re acting when you’re sober.”

“I think the girl is being pretty clear that she doesn’t want to go anywhere with you,” she heard someone say from behind her. She nodded in agreement with the stranger.

“Nobody asked you,” Tyler said, pushing the stranger away, but he wasn’t budging.

Caroline quickly jumped out of his grasp and swayed over to the new guy. “I’m staying here,” Caroline insisted. “We’re done, Tyler.”

Tyler took a step forward, seeming ready to drag her with him once again but the stranger moved between them. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” he threatened. 

Tyler looked at her angrily one last time before he pushed the people behind him aside, making a beeline to the exit. Caroline let out a relieved sigh when she saw him leave. She couldn’t believe he had made a scene like that.

She turned back to the guy that came between them, “Thank you-”

“Klaus. And you’re Caroline?” he asked. At her nod, he continued, “Don’t worry about it. He shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

She finally had the chance to properly look at him. She groaned. “Of course he was hot, and he had an accent. So not fair.”

He chuckled at her and she looked embarrassed. “Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud!”

“You definitely did, but you’re quite a beautiful sight yourself,” he assured her. She could die from mortification. 

“Ugh- I need a drink,” she looked around for the liquor but Klaus stopped her.

“Maybe you’ve had enough?” he tried. Clearly, she wasn’t having a great night, but he doubted more alcohol would help at this point. Especially if she was alone.

“Look I appreciate what you just did, but I literally just found out that my boyfriend of two years had been cheating on me for at least half of that time. And I’m pretty sure I just failed my Econ midterm, so more alcohol? Sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all week.”

“Okay,” he allowed before he grabbed her purse. He had no place to tell the girl what to do, and he was certain she wouldn’t listen anyway. When she yelped, he showed that he was looking for her phone. He added his number to her contacts and showed it to her. “Continue drinking your sorrows away, but when you want to leave? You call me,” he instructed.

“And if I do?” she asked curiously.

“I’ll make sure you’re not leaving alone,” he promised, “Someone should make sure you get home safely, and I didn’t see any friends with you. Is that okay?”

She nodded at him. “Thank you,” she told him and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

He shivered at the contact with the blonde beauty and watched her go. He didn’t touch another drink the rest of the night, watching over the girl from afar. There was a sadness about her that drew her in, but he was pretty sure she was strong enough to overcome it. And if one night of mindless drinking was what she needed? He could at least make sure she would do so safely.

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“So then I caught him with another girl in his room,” Caroline slurred, walking over the street with Klaus arms around her, keeping her upright. “I was mortified! And when she asked me what I was doing in her boyfriend’s room? I lied. I couldn’t let him h-h-hurt her like he had me.”

“You should still tell her,” Klaus said, having listened to her stories for the whole walk over. “He doesn’t deserve either of you.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “But- but I loved him. And I wasn’t good enough, my love wasn’t good enough. That hurts!” 

A tear rolled over her cheek and Klaus turned her towards her, wiping the tear away. “You deserve better, Caroline. The pain you feel now? It won’t stay forever,” Klaus told her, cupping her cheek.

When she noticed him staring down at her, she felt a shiver run down her spine. He was just so- Before she could think, she jumped forward and pressed her mouth against his. He didn’t move his lips against hers, and she stepped back. “So you don’t like me?” Caroline said with a shiver in her voice.

“You’re drunk, love. Drunk and hurt. You’re not thinking clearly, but-” he stopped before her building, “If you are still interested in a few days? Well, you have my number.”

She nodded and moved in for a hug, “Thank you,” she whispered in the hollow of his neck.

“Drink some water, before you go to bed,” he instructed while she nodded. He watched her leave and turned around, walking back to his own place. When he reached his door, he quickly shot the blonde a text.

Sweet dreams, Caroline.


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Omg guys! I am SO SORRY! I am so sick but I’m trying! Hopefully I’ll be able to get one out tonight! But I figured I might as well get the queue out! It’s updated! For the next couple of weeks things got shifted around, but for the most part everything stayed the same. I’m really sorry guys! 

Also please get me your Oilers facts! I’m starting the powerpoint tomorrow as well! It will be out Friday!

Tomorrow- Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson- fluff free reign

                Chris Kreider- smut

              Mitch Marner- insecure about love

               Auston Matthews- grumpy after playing the Stars

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Characters : David x Reader

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The diner was crowded with familiar faces. People you have grown up with. Everyone knew one another, it was a great little community.

You and your best friend decided to have a little study session before class next week.

“This is stupid.” Amaya muttered.

You were nose deep in your book, feeling your head begin to pound. This was starting to give you a head ache, and all you wanted to do was sleep. “I give up.” You exhaled.

In the booth next to you, David sat with his son.
“Are you excited for school tomorrow?” He smiled.

You were chuckling with Amaya beside him. And he wasn’t able to help but glance over from time to time.

The first time he saw you, he felt his breath hitch. You were beautiful, breathtaking actually. And David was hooked from that moment on.

Henry shrugged his shoulders, and nodded his head. “I guess so. Kind of nervous.”

David furrowed his brows, leaning over the table. He glanced back at you, then met Henry’s gaze. “You’re going to do great. And I promise you, this is the last time we are moving.”

Henry flashed a smile, happy to hear those words fall from his fathers lips. He has been to 5 schools in 2 years, and honestly, he was beginning to dread it.

“In that case-” Henry muttered. “Maybe I can finally get a bike?”

David let out a soft chuckle, and nodded his head. “We will see. But most likely, yes.”

Amaya made her way to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the booth. You decided to take a small little break from studying, and enjoy the cup of coffee.

You glanced around the diner, until you met a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

David was taken aback, feeling his stomach flutter. He couldn’t believe just how beautiful you are.

You’ve never seen him before. His face was unfamiliar, mysterious, and yet inviting. You wanted to know him. Wanted to stare at every feature of his face.

But as the sound of the door opening from across the way, you snapped out of your trance and flashed a shy smile.

David felt the blood rush to his cheeks and forced to glance away. Hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“Dad!” Henry squeaked. “Did you hear me?”

David cleared his throat, and focused on his son. “Sorry, I didn’t. What happened?”

“I was wondering if maybe we could go to the town party tomorrow?” He pointed at a flyer that displayed on the wall.

“Yea, sure. Sounds fun.” He smiled.

You kept your gaze on the stranger. Absentmindedly nibbling on your lower lip. He was so attractive. From the way his hair stood up, to the way his shirt caressed his body. You were definitely drawn to him.

And though you couldn’t help but think of his appearance, you also couldn’t help but wonder who he was.

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Should I make a part 2??