MartiUndead

          The guys and I were drinking in the backroom of the bus, enjoying our last few hours of 2013. Jordon and George were arguing about something, and Dylan and Jorel and Matt were taking shots by the second. I was sitting beside George and reached for a beer, when George knocked my into his lap, "Acidentally". I felt my face get all red, and fled the room, hoping up into my bunk, curling up, and sighed, fighting back my arousal. I heard the door open and close, and hands pull me out of my bunk. I felt a gust of warm breathe on my neck, and shivered. "Whats the matter, Danny-boy? You afriad of me having my way with you, wanting someone

writing this thing up top is purely for my own fuckin entertainment fuck yo couch nigga ______________________________________ Danny really wished he hadn't forced Aron to leave his home, he felt so sad, angry, and just confused. He did live his new life with his family but Aron lingered into his mind every now and then. The frontman was home alone once again, he sat there, thinking about everything. The singer lifted up his shirt a bit and right under his ribs was a bite mark Aron had left, it hadn't gone away like all the other ones. He felt like it was just a reminder of his time with Aron, a reminder of what they had did.