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She likes a boy, she likes a boy
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
And I’m not a boy, I’m not a boy
I’m not a b-
At 14, Katy talked about teenage dreams
On the bus and she’s looking at me
Talking about life and her dog and the boys that she likes
I ask, “Have you got someone in mind?”
He’s at the all-boys school
She says something about liking his height
Suddenly worried about mine
بياخد مخدرات
و هوا بيتعلم سواقة
بيقضي وقت معها
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
And I’m not a boy, I’m not a boy
I’m not a boy, I’m not a-
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
And I’m not a boy, I’m not a boy
I’m not a boy, I’m not a-
Accustomed to making a move
مش ها قدر اشرح
Why I’m feeling the way that I do
أحساس جديد الي
She’s half-Greek with a pretty face
Strawberry lip gloss, oh, it’s wasted
On this dumb boy who likes the chase
But why am I so angry in the first place?
Why am I hurting?
ما تفوقي شوية
She’s not your girlfriend
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
And I’m not a boy, I’m not a boy
I’m not a boy, I’m not a-
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
She likes a boy, she likes a boy
And I’m not a boy, I’m not a boy
I’m not a boy, I’m not a boy
Mm, boy
I’m not a boy
Mm, boy
Fuck that guy

Hey guys, I’m trying to really get my creative writing skills up, so if there’s anything you want me to write a little blurb about, I’d really appreciate it if you gave me some ideas!
Here are some ‘criterion’ I’m looking for in requests:

Title (If you can come up with one!)
Prompt (Give as many details as you can, while still allowing me lots of creative freedom!)
Character Names (It’s super hard for me to come up with character names, so if you have some already in mind, that’d be great!) (Preferably no obvious fandom names!)

NOTES:
I DO NOT WRITE SM^T, EVEN THOUGH ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+, UNLESS REQUESTED. THIS MEANS ROMANCE IS A NO-GO, UNLESS THEY ARE 16+ (AND IT IS REQUESTED)! I’D ALSO LIKE TO REFRAIN FROM WRITING FANDOM PROMPTS, JUST IN CASE I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

With that, I’d also like to ask that people ask for one prompt at a time! If you should like to request more than one, I ask that you wait until everyone else who has asked receives their prompt! Thank you for your understanding!
~Belladonna

Imagine that winter: the one where you awoke to a world of pure white, heavy snow blanketing the ground, completely undisturbed, where it was ethereal. When it was perfect. The kind of perfect winter scene, like one you would see on a Christmas card or in a movie.
“Do you remember that winter, Red? The one where it was so…perfect that you wish you could have had it burned into your memory?” Xavier walks closer, an almost sympathetic look on his face. However, no matter how sympathetic his expression seemed, his eyes told a different story. His eyes…they hold so many emotions. Satisfaction, excitement, danger… But they’re not looking at you, they’re following the trail of crimson liquid that’s been seeping into the snow as you scramble backwards.
However, it seems, every step and scrambling movement backwards you make, he matches with a step of his own.
You were silent for a moment, remembering. You did remember that winter…one almost like this exactly. Except instead of running from Xavier because he was throwing snowballs…he’s brandishing a knife. One that’s already found it’s way in between your ribs once. The sight he gives you is almost repulsive as he licks the blood off the blade, the dagger glinting in the low light of the sunset.
You coughed violently before speaking, causing blood to spill out of your mouth. “Of course I remember. It was almost exactly…like this.”
Xavier finally caught up to you, putting the blade under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, the cold blade pricking slightly at your skin, but not enough to draw blood. He reached out a hand, gently wiping off the blood running down your face, a smirk on his face.
“Oh, Doll…it’s such a shame that it had to end like this, since you look so good like this… Red’s a good color on you…”
The last thing you remember is a sharp pain in your abdomen, only to look down and find that Xavier had stabbed you again, and the blood oozing out of the wound, the dark crimson liquid spilling out onto the snow.