"How could something so... small... take up so much space in my heart?" Tyler peered down at the boy abouta head and a half shorter than him, "Are you calling me short?!" Axel looked up, annoyed. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I can't here from all the way up here." "I am NOT short. You're are just too tall." "Aww, it's okay. Dwarves are my type." "Shut up." Axel blushed and looked back down at his Nikes. "Look at me." "No." "But it's cute when you blush." "Nope." "If you don't I'm stealing your Star Wars action figures." Axel looked back up at his boyfriend while his face was still flushed. "Sorry." Tyler said. Axel didn't have time to think about why he had said sorry, because right after he had, Tyler cupped Axles face in his hands and pressed their lips together. It was about a three second kiss, and Axel kept his eyes open for the entire time out of surprise. Their was a pause of silence as both of the boys stared at each other, Axel's face still resting in Tyler's hands. Realising that, Tyler pulled his hands away and nervously chuckled. He was rubbing his neck, looking at the sky, and Axel was sti looking up at him in shock. "Yeah... Um... Sorry." this time Tyler's face was more red, and noticing this brought Axel back to his senses. He smiled, "You should be!" Tyler loo back down, slightly frightened, but Axel wasn't finished, "No one threatens to steal my Star Wars action figures!" Tyler let out a sigh of relief, "Of course not. I am deeply sorry." they laughed a bit longer and both smiled at each other. There eyes met once again and Axel wrapped his arms around Tyler's waist and hugged him. Tyler burried his face in the short boy's hair. Though neither of them could see the other's face, both of them were smiling.

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟸𝟺𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟺 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎́ 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚎, 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚇𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚖. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗. 𝙱𝚢𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 -𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚢

They see a tall and a lanky body. Long fingers wrapped around the small hilt of a sword. Her hands don't tremble like most. They can see the dark brown eyes and milk chocolate skin. Her Doc Martin's, carelessly laced, and the bracelets on her wrist, carefully picked out each day. The armor she places on her. Her fingers don't tremble while holding the sword, because she's imagining a certain someone at the end. She rushes the tying her laces because she has somewhere to be, before anyone notices. And they don't she what's hidden under the bracelets. The scars.

"Do we have to do this?" North sat down on the hospital bed "I'm sorry, you're wings are a very delicate part of you. If the get even the slightest bit infected-" "I could be sent to years in the infermery making sure it doesn't spread blah blah blah. I just don't get why it's so long. And honestly kind of painful." Rylie ignored North and proceeded to take her blood pressure, "Ugh." "Ok, normal blood pressure. It's time for the blood test." "No it's not." "Yes-it is." Rylie opened the small cabinet to her left and revealed a small knife. She cleaned it a bit and then held North's wing in her right hand. "Can you numb it. Please?" "Oh yeah. Sorry." "You'd think Apollo kids would be better." Rylie gave a pill and a Caprison to North. She took the pill with the juice box and emediatly lost the pain her arm still felt from the blood pressure test. "Okay, now," Rylie brought the knife North's wing, "three, two... One." North cursed, even though she had took the numbing pill it only lessened the pain, not take it away. "Okay the blood is white, your good." Rylie wrapped the wing in a bandage. "Wait but isn't it normally light pink?" "Um-no. It's always been white." "Oh. I may be blind." "Unlikely. Well, that's it. I need my pay." "Wait, what?" "It's not like I want to do this either. I need something in return. You payed me last year, remember?" "No, " North cursed again,"I'll tell you want: how about I give it to you tomorrow. I didn't bring any money." "Fine." And idk how to end this please help Thanks for reading

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘. 𝙳𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝙳𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛. "𝙻-𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊?" 𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛. "𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙴𝚟𝚎! 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑!"

I put on bright purple lipstick today. My dad didn't notice. My mom says it makes me look older. She tells me there's no point in such a young girl wearing makeup and tells me to take it off. I tell her it's just lipstick. She tells me not to talk back. I wish I had told her why I wear it. I wish I had told her I put the makeup on because it makes me feel good. Not because I want to be pretty, but because I want to feel like me. I come back down without the lipstick. I see her putting on mascara. I get angry. That hippocrit. She wants other people the like her so she wears makeup. I wear makeup so I like myself. Because it makes me feel right in my own skin. So I've changed my process a bit. I put on the lipstick in the mirror at school so she doesn't see. But that's not what should happen. It's meant to see. It's meant to been noticed and seen. I'm meant to be noticed and seen. Not hiding.

Skye: I didn't know loving could be so painful. She looks like Elysium with dyed hair and neon clothing. I'm surprised she ever even notices me. She says hello in hallways, and I forget to greet her back, because I keep thinking she's talking to someone else. None of this is bad though. What's bad is the fact that I'm the last person she would choose. And she has so many choices. - Ava: She annoys me so much. The way she stays quiet when all I want is to hear her voice. The way she looks down when I want to see her eyes. I'm worried she doesn't notice me as much as I notice her. I say hi to her and she looks at her combat boots. Im worried she doesn't hear me-or worse-she doesn't want to. I know how many people like me. But they don't compete. I'm worried I do.

There's a little something and a little nothing If you flip out the pockets of the musician's corgo jeans. First thing to drop would be a pocket knife in her left knee pocket, along with a lip gloss and a pen. In her back right pocket her phone might fall out. Under the transparent phone case is a ten dollar bill and a picture of her and her girlfriend two years ago, after meeting her fiance's parents. In the pocket near her ankle you'll most likely pick up a small songbook filled with lyrics only seen by her, her love, and her cat (who has a place for her toy clipped on the girl's belt loop). There's a little nothing and a little something in each pocket of the musician's cargo jeans. (Her cat is a black cat with yellow eyes named Sunshine btw.) Thank you for reading! 🖤💙🩵🤍