Talk Me Down Bl Novels & Stories

Tristan says excitedly, grabbing the remote from the table and cranking up the volume. ♪♪ Crashing, hit a wall. Right now, I need a miracle. ♪♪ Tristan sings along to the lyrics to the song, “Don't Let Me Down" as he bounces on his heels, moving in a flash to grab Jason's hands. He carefully pulls the Delta to his feet and, holding onto his hands, gently guides them one at a time, forcing his best friend to twist his hips and move his body to the rhythm of the beat. Jason smiles, moving his body, being careful not to pull on his stitches, which are thankfully scheduled to be removed tomorrow.

Looks like they have a date this afternoon. My back leaned against the seat. The tears I'd been holding back with all my might finally fell. I covered my face. Damn, I can't cry for that trash. Even though I believed that many times, the tears kept flowing. Double damn! The glorious summer afternoon turned into a stormy summer. This was the most miserable summer in my 24 years of life. The ringtone of a phone caught my attention. Between my fingers, I peeked at the person in front of me. His broad back was wrapped in a navy suit. He ruffled his hair for a moment, then picked up the phone. "You have a boyfriend? Just now? What a coincidence."

I was nearly hyperventilating with panic. It wasn’t until Adrian came and helped me calm down that I was able to speak and tell him what was the matter. He told me he would take care of it, which I didn’t know what he meant but he has helped me so much and always makes sure I have enough medication. I turn to him “I think I will need a top-up soon, I’m down to a quarter of the bottle” He just nods his head and stares back at the road.

" Alright Loud, come aside bruh let's talk business. Wah you need?" "I need a bottle of Loud, a quarter ounce of California, one bottle of Triacin c, one bottle of Allercin with codeine, two capsules of Mitsubishis, and one packet of Raw brown rolling paper." "Wah you need all that for? You wanna kill someone? And who is the California for? You don't smoke California." "Relax nigga. That nigga from Cave you met at my party, Zoom. you remember him?" "Yeah, I do."

His voice is serious, and his eyes flick between mine. I feel our bond pull, and snap. I feel it all come together. He’s serious. My body relaxes, as a few stray tears slide down my cheeks. “I’m broken, Ax” I whisper, “I’m no good. I don’t have anything to offer you. We may never be able to complete our bond. I may never be enough”

My jaw tightened. Bellowing in anger, I grabbed a rock from the ground and hurled it in their direction, wishing that we could all perish together. As the mafia's Soldato, Jimmy dodged the rock with an agile move. Then, he charged at me and sent a kick right in my stomach. I fell to the ground and threw up a mouthful of blood. The pain drained the color from my face. Lilyanne let out a terrified scream as she took a few steps back before stumbling backward.

As a precaution before I set off for home, I grabbed out a yoga mat and did a few stretches, sitting in front of a fan to cool myself down as much as possible. During my walk back to my apartment, I called up Becca to bring her up to speed on the situation. She'd made me promise to make sure she was the first to know when anything went down, and I think I was now as ready as I'd ever be to debrief with my best friend. Sure, it was still super raw, but sometimes talking it through had a way of making it seem a little bit better. "Hey, Al," her chirpy voice greeted me from the other end. "Please tell me you have good news."

But my bottom lip was bleeding from how hard I bit it. I had barely made it halfway across the parking lot when my phone buzzed—a text. 'So, Zach, no marriage again today, I take it? What a shame. Oh well, can't wait to see you try for the eighth time!'

Breathing hurt so bad, I thought I would lose the ground beneath my feet. What are they doing to him? What is going on right now? He was fine! We talked! He talked! John... You have to be strong! You have to!

teased Payton with a grin. She knew how long I tried to go without talking to Joe. What she did not know, is that today was not the first time Joe and I have talked to each other, last night was; but that is not something I am going to tell her yet. It was nerve wrecking and I felt like vomiting because of how nervous I was, when I spoke to him. It’s a shock to me that I did not stutter, when I did talk. Thank Goodness, I said to myself in relief.