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In a small suburb of Chicago, it's hot. Dogs are out on walks drooling heavily, boys run about in swim suits and wide grins, girls smile and flutter about in shorts. Newly cut grass creates an o-zone over the city and infiltrates the brains of everyone. Summer rolls around in it's lazy days, a new kid pops up on Pete Wentz's block. He's small and stuffed with honey. His eyes are wide and soft, a harsh sapphire caught in a tangle of blond eyelashes. Pete can't help but notice those plump almost magenta lips sway open and close as this kid talks to him.  That wispy almost golden blond hair peeks out underneath a dark navy cap, Pete finds it to

Pete wakes up in an unfamiliar place. There's a blindfold over his eyes, the room reeks of mold and stale food, his hands are tied behind his back (and the rope is close to cutting his skin), and his entire body aches like you wouldn't fucking believe it. He tries a hand at standing up, only to realize his legs are too fucking weak to for that. He crumples against the floor with a pathetic thud. It seems like an eternity of sitting there, wondering where he is, and most importantly why he's even here. His brain fuzzes out on him the second last night comes into the picture. There was most definitely a party. Gabe invited him, he said someth

Everyone in this world has a soulmate. The type of soulmate you have depends on how you both interact. There are three types of soulmates. The first and most common is the lovers soulmates. They are, in short, the next Romeo and Juliet (without the suicides of course). They are a match-made-in-heaven and it sure does take a lot to make their relationship change to any other types of soulmates. These two stay together until the second they die (which usually ends up being around the same time or at the same time). Next are the best friend soulmates. These two can go anywhere and probably will together. They won't leave each other's side and

Patrick meets Pete at the horribly greasy age of 13. It's a buttery summer with bugs screaming in the air and the lakeshore catching fire each sunset. It's the closest thing Patrick has had to fate. Pete's a senior, just moved from the rich kid part of Chicago. He was kicked out of his parents' house and lives in a run-down apartment not a block from Patrick's house. He knows everything, from girls and sex down to the nitty gritty feeling of dirt between your toes and a hard earned amount of cash in your hands. He's somewhat of a teenage god to Patrick with the golden tongue. They meet one drizzly May afternoon, Patrick's shirt sticks to h

 Prom is that big night full of firsts and lasts, drinks and condoms, hotel rooms and break-ups. The dresses are overly expensive and in all honesty, the guy doesn't give a shit what you wear as long as you put out. The entire ballroom is full of sexual-frustration, a few lucky forevers, and millions upon millions of heartbreaks. Everyone has a date to prom. Scratch that, almost everyone has a date to prom. The dateless few are herding together, banding rather, to make sure they go with someone. They go in a group, travel swiftly and calmly. Don't rile anything up, you're good. The dateless few are spared, all of them except for one extremely

The space around me was dipped black, no shaft of light in sight. No nothing, just me and the black backdrop. I knew there was something in the darkness, dreams just don't let you sit around to do nothing and have you remember it. No, dreams want you to remember each slimy detail of the fly on the wall and haze out the things that you seem most keen on remembering. Dreams want to fuck you up because it gives them a good laugh, dreams are as cruel as swans. An image of beauty, grace, and even lust. But that's just the mask, dreams are foul creatures that run across the wall at night, dreams are the feeling of someone watching you, dreams are f

I had no idea where I was. A friend (by friend I mean stupid idiot I should never talk to again in my life) told me there was this "awesome" party going down in the woods tonight. When I arrived I almost burst out laughing, the "woods" was just some idiot's backyard and a few sad trees past the fence. It was basically a bunch of drunk kids trashing private property. I'm guessing they thought the woods would be way too dark (or might've just finished watching The Blair Witch Project)because they grabbed as many extension cords as they could, as many giant, moth-attracting lights as they could and went crazy. This place was basically a beacon t

I met him in freshman year. He was small, that's the first thing I had noticed. He could barely reach my shoulders on a good day. First time I met him was to find out we shared a locker, homeroom, and a lunch period. First time our eyes locked there was an odd void within the craters of blue. First time I realized you didn't have to be a mime to be understood without words. This year was destined to be filled with firsts. I was in homeroom with a teacher's whose name I will never care to know. He sat in front of me. When I saw him sitting in the chair he looked like a scared armadillo trying to curl into his own skin and hide. I felt an odd

Love is too many things to compile. Density equals love. Chelsea loves that dress. Andrew loves his heroin. Your neighbor down the street loves to beat his wife. A mother loves her daughter enough to smother her. A rapist loves what he does to those poor boys. A kidnapper loves the girl he took. A husband loves his wife. A boyfriend loves his girlfriend's best friend. A husband loves his mistress, who actually loves her neighbor. Love is the mom beating her own daughter for coming home late. Love is the wife killing her husband in fear of her life. Love is a mother feeling her baby kick within. The man down the street loves the prostitute wit