That One Day at the Park: Brusnop by 13luckystars, literature
Literature
That One Day at the Park: Brusnop
Some people are so unlucky that they find someone that they think they can be close to, only to have said person disappear. It might not be the persons fault, but it may make the person think that something went wrong, that they jumped the gun. That probably isn't the case, but it happens all the time, and that's how it went with me.
Let me tell you about it.
I was ten when it happened. As cheesy as it sounds to say that I felt an instant friendship with the boy I met at the park, it was true. At school I was really unpopular and struggled to find friends, so when I met someone who did seem to like me, well I was relieved.
My parents had f
Bathroom Kisses - Brusnop by xxTearsICryxx, literature
Literature
Bathroom Kisses - Brusnop
"Danny! Danny! Where are you?" I yelled, looking for my best friend.
"You'll have to talk him out of coming out of the bathroom again." James said from his spot on our tour bus's couch.
"Myca?"
"Again?"
"Yeah, again." I sighed as I realized Myca had left him. Again. Fucking bitch! Does she not realize the tenderness Danny had? He's not that hardcore, he's just a big softy.
"Danny?" I questioned knocking on the bathroom door.
"Go away, Ben!" He sobbed.
"Never, you bloody git!" I said, plop
Sick and Twisted Affair. by aSinfulAttraction, literature
Literature
Sick and Twisted Affair.
He's chatting up some sleaze; leaning against the wall at the venue we just got done playing. I'm leaning against the wall opposite of him, taking a hit from my joint, watching him.
I have a boyfriend. I don't need a sleaze to chat with. He has a boyfriend too.
But he's not faithful; he's shit at having relationships. Always have. He's always taking some sleaze back to the bus, fucks them above my own bunk. The next morning she'll be stumbling out of the bus, wearing a bra and a tube top for a skirt.
I'm faithful. Always have been.
I love him, but I sometimes think he doesn't at all. He only wants a fuck, and he doesn't need to talk me in
What Happens When You're Not Drunk Anymore:Brusnop by 13luckystars, literature
Literature
What Happens When You're Not Drunk Anymore:Brusnop
Ben Bruce didn't know what to do anymore. The whole point to getting "drunk" had been to see if Danny loved him back. He had planned to get the boy back to his dorm room, get him to have sex with him, then tell Danny that he wasn't drunk and he loved him. His plan did not work at all.
As soon as the two had come close to having sex, Danny had told Ben that he did love him, but didn't want to have sex with him. It had left Ben heartbroken. All Ben wanted was to be in Danny's strong arms, with the younger male whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
"Hey Ben!" one of the guys that had been at the party Ben had gone to the night before yelled
Brusnop: A Concept That You Cannot Handle - Part 1 by miaisakitteh, literature
Literature
Brusnop: A Concept That You Cannot Handle - Part 1
Ben stumbled out of the bar door, a giddy Danny hanging onto his shoulder. Cameron, James, and Sam were nowhere to be found, probably ordering pizza back at the bus by now. "Bennn, where are we going? The bar's back th-at way!" Danny's whining shook Ben from his stupor, and he turned to Danny. "We got kicked out because of you!" He suddenly let go of Danny's waist, where he'd been holding the man upright. Ben sprinted off, ripped skinny jeans somewhat hindering his movement, but he still made it out of arms reach. "Catch me if you can!" Danny staggered for a second, before reaching out to a close wall- but it was too far away and he lost his
Repeating Apologies. by aSinfulAttraction, literature
Literature
Repeating Apologies.
He stumbled up the stairs, fell on the last step, and cursed aloud. I bit my lip and lay there silently, facing away from the door, curled up on the sheets. I try to act like I'm asleep when he opens the door and turns the light on with a low grunt.
I quickly close my eyes and relax my breathing, hearing him shuffle to the bed and lay there, his full body weight on me. I groan softly, trying to get him off. He's kissing my neck, being so sloppy with his breath smelling pure of alcohol.
I give one last shove and he's hovering over me with glassy eyes, looking at me with a daze. I sighed.
"Guess what?" he said slowly, smirking. "Sam fell dow