who even gets up at 6am by choice??? what does the world even have to offer at 6am???? the answer is nothing
Hi guys, it’s been a while.
“Mondo, are you flirting with me?”
The biker gang leader tensed up in his seat, his purple eyes going wide as saucers. He’d expected that question from Ishimaru just as much as he expected the moon to fall out of the sky and drop to the Earth and ask for some tea.
Summary: Some books just shouldn’t be read by some people.
Word Count: 6, 248
Rating: T Mostly for language. But also mentions of drugs and slight mentions of animal death.
(I swear this story is waaay less dark than these tags imply.)
Quick Warning! As the title implies there will be mentions of classic books in this story, particularly the endings. So, while many people have already read these, I don’t want anyone to be upset because I spoiled it for them. So! Just assume that if you see the title of a book its ending will be spoiled. Thank you!
Ishimaru panted as he sped through the dark streets on his bicycle. His mind was in a whirl, his heart pounding like it was trying to escape his chest, his breathing erratic, echoing the raw panic he was feeling. He was not in the bike lane, it was ten o’clock at night, and it was a school night. However, these things paled in comparison to the reason he was out on the streets that night. Tonight he was pushing himself to the limit to get to Mondo in time. Before it was too late. Before the worst happened.