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The Scent Of Jayy Von Monroe... +PART THREE+"I'm sorry. It's just...you are my best friend and i really like you...and i kept trying to get your attention 'cause i thought maybe you might like me back. As more than a friend. I'm so sorry, i see it now. I know you just want to be friends, and i don't blame you. I'm ugly and fat and you...you're perfect, Jayy. I won't try anything anymore." I fake a smile at him.
"We can be friends now. Normal friends." I pause, shrugging his arm off of my shoulder and standing up. I feel so humiliated. I've made such a fool out of myself. I wouldn't blame Jayy if he didn't talk to me for the rest of my god damn life.
"I'm gonna go to my room now. Sorry i woke you up." I say, trying to sound offhand. I could feel the waterworks building up again, and i had to get out of here before they did. I go to walk away, when Jayy grabs my shoulder and spins me around.
Suddenly, i'm kissing him. Our mouths move in perfect synchronization. I pull away to look at Jayy, and he was grinning that beautiful grin o
The Scent Of Jayy Von Monroe... +PART ONE+I hold the flashlight nervously, the bright beam of light slightly shivering. I brush my hair away from my face once again, sighing in frustration. It had been almost two hours now, and I still hadn't worked up the courage to open Jayy's door. I clench the flashlight tighter. My hand was beginning to get sweaty. I slowly move forward, deciding it was now or never. Jayy would be up in an hour and a half or so. I move closer to Jayy's door, wincing as I step on a loose floor board. The squeak that came from it sounded like an avalanche. I move forward more, wincing as it squeaks again. After what seems like a lifetime, I finally make it to Jayy's door. I lean forward and press my ear against it, careful not to put too much pressure on it. I couldn't hear a thing. I cross the fingers on my left hand, hoping he was asleep. I had no clue how i was going to explain myself to him if he caught me. Honestly, no excuse would really work. I uncross my fingers and slowly turn the knob on his door,
Waking up to Dahvie Vanity...You wake up to find yourself in a small room, tangled in unfamiliar sheets. You slowly sit up, still a bit groggy. You look around the room, seeing clothes flung everywhere. You tear the sheets off of yourself and swing your legs over the side of the bed. It is then that you realize two things. One, that this is a queen-sized bed. Two, that there is a light snoring coming from behind you. You slowly turn your head, swinging your legs back up onto the bed. You look over to see a breathing lump under a purple comforter. Ah, so that's where all of the blankets went. You hate blanket stealers.
You move over a little and try to take a peek at the thief. Nope, nothing. Biting your lip, you decide to make a risky move. You quickly reach over and grab the corner of the comforter, tearing it back to reveal the person underneath.
The first thing you see is...hair. Long, wavy hair. Rainbow hair. His face was smashed into his pillows and all you can see is the back of his head. He was thick, but n
Blood Sucker (Jayy xxx Dahvie) PaRt OnEI lick my dry and cracking lips for the thousandth time, handing off the signed poster to the blurring fan in front of me. My vision was off-focus, everything warped and slightly fuzzy.
I had to get blood, and fast.
I hadn't had blood in nearly a week, and if i didn't get some tonight i would most likely end up comatose. The fan moves on, just another forgetful face in the crowd. I tense as the next fan walks up to me, squinting my eyes and trying to focus. It was a young man, about 17 or 18. All i could see was a blonde mop of hair and the bright pink t-shirt he was holding out for me to sign. I smile and take the shirt, trying to act normal. I sign the shirt quickly, just wanting to get my long and still growing line over with so that i could go and find something...well, someone to drink. I hand the t-shirt back, my eyes focusing on what i assumed were his eyes. He takes the shirt, moving in for a hug. I frown awkwardly as he kisses my neck softly, and then I widen my eyes, my visio
The Scent Of Jayy Von Monroe... +PART TWO+"I'm...uh..." I reply, slightly stuttering. I glance up at Jayy and he raises his eyebrows, noticing for the first time what i was wearing.
"Well...why do you have my shirt, for starters." Jayy continues, obviously confused.
Looking at Jayy laying in bed, his hair ruffled and the sheets draping over his lean body, i wanted to burst into tears. I really wished i could tell him what he means to me. I look at the shirt than back at Jayy, slumping my shoulders. I had to think of something quickly.
"I...uh...I wanted to borrow it." I say. Perfect.
Jayy's eyebrows go up further. "You could have just asked, Dahves. You didn't have to...um...steal it."
I want to crawl into a hole. Jayy suddenly stands up, the sheets falling off of his body and pooling around his feet. He was wearing tight maroon boxer-briefs, and the outline of his package was clearly visible. Jayy stretches, arching his back, his lean muscles rippling. I accidentally drop the flashlight during my observation, casting my eyes
Questions and answers I asked Jayy Von MonroeQ: Do you have a crush on jeffree Star?
A: No, we are good buddies.
Q: Will you take a picture of yourself with a dildo and put it on yougotposted.com?
A: No. Sorry Kids.
Q: Have you ever thought of doing a porn video?
A: Haha. No. But I have had pornography pictures taken before.
Q: You shouldnt be self concious cuz all of us LOVE the way you look. And I dont lie about this.
A: Haha Thank you dear>.
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