Helloooo Ladies!! :P I've been reading the little things I put on most the start of my stories, and it's always Heey Guys comment. Or something like that. Instead I'm gonna write something a little more light hearted and fun, what ya say? :P:P Joe's opened his eyes, his head was pounding and his wrists stung like hell. He looked at his now dry bloody wrists, and pulled himself on to his feet. He bathed them under the cold taps, man they killed, he flinched as the cold water trickled off his wrists. After he unlocked the bathroom door and made his way in to his bedroom. He looked at the clock. 9:30. Joe grabbed a hoody and stuck it on. His parents would flip if they saw his wrists he knew they would. He was ashamed at what he had done, but the pain took away all his life problems, and made him think about something more painful for a second, than his fucked up life, and it was true his life was fucked up. Demi's eyes flickered open, after hearing her phone bleep. She groaned getting out of bed and making her way over to her dresser, where she picked up her phone and scanning through her messages. Trace. Selena. Miley. Nick. "Nick?" Demi questioned out loud, Nick hardly ever text her. She opened the message. I'm sorry about what Joe did to Trace last night, he was bang out of order. He's just not been right lately, ever since you two stopped being friends. Please make up or at least talk to him for me. X Demi rolled her eyes, and deleted the text from Nick. Joe had pissed ...
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