bethabugaboo

White. All that could be seen was complete and utter white. White walls, white floor, white ceiling. No furniture. Just white. Cry looked around the empty room. Confusion filled him as he stood in the middle of the room. What was going on? The latest events just starting to register in his mind. “This is choice room,” a voice said behind Cry causing the man to jump and spin around. “You weren’t there a moment ago.” Cry’s blue eyes widened. “Neither were these doors behind me. Things change.” Virus reaches up and grabbed ahold of one of strings of his white hoodie. He rolled it between his fi

“Fucking hell cat!” Cry shook his head while taking a sip of his tea. He carefully removed his headset and walked over to the fuzzy creature scratching at the door. “This is why you can’t be here while I am playing games.” Cry opened the door and let his pet run out into the house before heading out of the room himself. He was already off the computer so he might as well grab a few snacks to make the experience better. He made his way to the kitchen and dug around in one of the draws for a box of milk duds. Once his prize was achieved he pushed his black wire rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and, Cry make

Haru liked traveling the world. He really did. His only complaint was that his tall, olive brown haired love couldn't tag along. He was in college, in Tokyo, studying his heart out. Haru was proud of him but he also missed him. He missed him very deeply. "How do you deal with being away from Sousuke?" Haru asked Rin while fiddling with the straw in his drink. "How do I deal? This is like a vacation! I don't have to put up with him." Rin laughed and poked Haru in the head. "Just think of it like that." "I don't want to be vacationing without Makoto," Haru mumbled. Rin sighed and rested his elbow on the plastic table in the food court. "I

"Makoto, I think I'm in love with you." "Oh, Haru, I love you too."

Haru sat on the floor of his house with his sketchbook on his lap. He would be the tub at the moment but Rin had texted him saying that he was coming over for an emergency. Instead of spending a few minutes in the tub Haru chose to stare at the picture he drew of Makoto days before instead. His finger lightly ran over the outline of Makoto, careful not to smudge the drawing. Why was he examining a drawing of his best friend like some obsessed love sick teen? Haru didn’t know and he wouldn’t let himself question it. Haru’s phone started to ring beside him. The teen sat down his notebook to answer it. “Hello?” &#