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A young man who was violently assaulted, stabbed and burnt by his abusive girlfriend has revealed the extent of his horrific injuries for the first time in a harrowing documentary.

Alex Skeel, 22, from Bedfordshire was just 'days from death' when police knocked on his door in June 2017, leading to an investigation that saw the mother of his two children jailed for more than seven years.

Jordan Worth was the first female in the UK to be convicted of controlling or coercive behaviour, along with GBH, and her former childhood sweetheart now hopes to spread the message that women can be perpetrators of domestic violence too.

Alex relives his horrific five-year ordeal in new BBC Three documentary Abused By My Girlfriend, which reveals in heartbreaking detail how he went from a carefree teenager to being hit, stabbed and burnt on a regular basis.

Alex was a typical football-mad 16-year-old when he first met Jordan at a concert in June 2012 and soon became besotted with her.

'She was very caring, confident, loving,' he says of the aspiring teacher. 'She just showed a real interest in me.'

Despite Alex's friends describing Jordan as 'delightful' and her boyfriend as 'quite smitten', Alex's mother Ged says it wasn't long before her behaviour 'started to change'.

'The longer they were together, and as the relationship grew, the mind games started playing,' she recalls.

Alex explains: '[Jordan would] say, I don't really like the colour grey, I don't think you should wear the colour grey.

'I don't like your hair like that, you should have your hair like this. I don't like the shoes you're wearing. But I never took it as a negative.'

There was the time Alex's family treated her to a night at the theatre in London, only for her to disappear from the hotel in the middle of the night, sparking a frantic search, before reappearing in the hotel lobby an hour later, 'just laughing'.

Or the time she ruined Alex's 18th birthday party by 'screaming abuse' at a female family friend who she had grown jealous of.

But despite her erratic behaviour, Alex brushed off his family and friends' growing concerns, admitting: 'I was a bit clouded by what happened because at the time I loved her.'

Alex eventually tried to break things off, but Jordan came back with the bombshell revelation that she was pregnant and returned to his life a year later with baby Thomas J ('TJ') who was born in May 2014.

It wasn't long before the young couple were back together and, despite Alex's hopes that she had changed, the cracks soon reappeared.

As Alex's best friend puts is: '[Jordan] just got back into his head to the point where you couldn't do anything to stop it.'

Before long, Jordan forced Alex to choose between her and his family, which resulted in the young couple moving into their own home in Stewartby in July 2016.

Just 19 at the time, Alex didn't speak to his parents for two years - even when he welcomed his second child, a little girl called Iris, in May 2017.

Things went from bad to worse when Jordan forced her boyfriend to change his phone number and threw away his PlayStation console to cut him off further from his loved ones.

She even set up a fake Facebook account where she would send abusive messages to Alex's friends in a bid to isolate him further.

Years later, when police questioned Jordan, she would blame it on Alex, saying: 'He made it very clear he never wanted to see his family.

'He said he hated his family and he doesn't want to talk to his family. He wants nothing to do with his family.'

In time, Jordan grew so controlling she took Alex's wallet away, forcing him to quit the job he loved and accompany her to university every day.

Alex claims things deteriorated to the point where his girlfriend would attack or assault him 'every day', and on one occasion she made him swallow an entire packet of sleeping pills.

One day she attacked him with a broken hairbrush, breaking his tooth in the process.

'I had no money, I didn't drive, so in the end I just ripped the tooth out,' Alex says, recalling how being hit with a hammer or knife became part of daily life.

'I'd be asleep and she'd smack me in the head and I'd look in the mirror and I'd just be bleeding,' he says.

'I wasn't eating properly, she didn't let me. She made him sleep on the floor instead of the bed.

'I could feel that my body was starting to shut down. I didn't want [my son] to get hurt, so I was fighting to keep going because I didn't know what would happen if I was to leave.'

A kettle full of boiling water became Jordan's weapon of choice, leaving her boyfriend screaming in pain as the skin hung off his arms and back.

'She would wait up all night with a kettle of boiling water and if it went cold she would just wait and reboil it,' he recalls.

A few days after one such attack, Jordan slashed her boyfriend's hand with a breadknife and police were called, not for the first time, by their worried neighbours who heard Alex shouting, 'Leave me alone, stop hurting me'.

Sgt. Ed Finn of Bedfordshire Police was on the scene and remembers how, despite there being 'blood everywhere', the couple both insisted that Alex's numerous injuries were self-inflicted.

Officers took Alex to hospital to fix his badly burnt arm, but Jordan came in and 'walked him out of the hospital' despite the attempts of the surgeon - who could sense something was wrong - to make him stay.

'It's strange, because it was the right time and the right place but I didn't say anything,' Alex recalls. 'I kept saying I did it to myself. I was scared of what she was going to do.'

But a few days later, when Sgt. Finn got a call from the couple's address, he seized the opportunity to take action.

He recalls: 'As soon as I saw him in the light of day, the state of him in terms of countless injuries all over his body the fact that he had these horrible dirty clothes on... he was pale, thin. I thought [...] he was being abused.'

Jordan seemed 'very slight, well spoken, very polite, to all intents and purposes a very nice lady,' he recalls.

Despite his protests, Sgt. Finn was able to persuade Alex to reveal what was really going on - and finally arrest Jordan on suspicion of assault and grievous bodily harm (GBH).

When they managed to get Alex to hospital, doctors said he was just 'ten days from death' in his physical state, by which point his burns had become infected.

Bodycam footage and police tapes from the day he was rescued show the 21-year-old looking alarmingly frail, covered with bruises and dressed in bloodstained clothes, unable to make eye contact.

In his interview, when asked by an officer how he feels about moving forward, he replies: 'I just don't want to get hurt anymore.'

Alex returned home to his family where he was reunited with his children and, in September 2017, Jordan was charged with 17 counts including GBH and controlling coercive behaviour.

On 13 April 2018 Jordan was given two seven-year sentences for wounding with intent and GBH to be served concurrently at Luton Crown Court.

She was also handed a consecutive sentence of six months for controlling or coercive behaviour, becoming the first female in the UK to be convicted of this charge.

'When the police found me I was told I was ten days away from death,' says Alex. 'I was in love with Jordan and it took me a long time to have the courage to say she was abusing me.

'The day that she [went] to prison I felt so free. It was a massive relief. I remember just saying, I can actually look over my shoulder now for the first time in five years without worrying.

'Now that I'm free from the relationship, I'm beginning to understand abuse better. And I hope I can help others understand it too.'

Alex now coaches a football team sponsored by a domestic abuse charity and talks to professionals to help them spot the signs of abuse.

'The memories will never leave me,' he says, 'but I'm learning how to cope.

'I have so much support from my friends and family and I'm building a future for me and my kids.'

Abused By My Girlfriend airs on BBC One at 22.45 on Tuesday 19 February, and is available on BBC iPlayer from 10am Monday 18 February.

It’s so important to talk about this. It’s unbelievable what narcs can do.

#bbc three abused girlfriend alex skeel recalls jordan worths abuse

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sebspocketsquare · 6 years

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Little Do You Know: 6

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader

Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay? Will his family accept you, or are you doomed to be kept apart?

Warnings: bi!TJ, use of alcohol/drugs, language, angst, feels, fluff, TJ being REALLY REALLY dreamy, Did I mention feels?, kissin’ and stuff.

A/N: Here’s part 6 for you guys. Sorry it’s super late, but at least its also SUPER long and pretty fucking fluffy. Thanks for encouraging me to continue this, your support and kind words mean the absolute world to me. I couldn’t do this without you. Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

You’re sitting on TJs couch watching some random Holiday drama while he shuffles around the apartment behind you, removing his shoes, jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt before he joins you. “You look tense.” He points out, pressing his index finger against your cheek to grab your attention. You look at him with a small smile and shrug, “I’m okay, just.. Today’s been a long day.” He mirrors your smile and nods, moving his hand up slightly to brush a few strands of hair away from your face. “You need to relax.” He states softly, brushing his fingertips across your jaw as he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, gently massaging the muscle there. “I am relaxed.” You murmur, practically melting at his touch. He lets out a quiet chuckle, continuing to softly knead at your skin. You let out a soft hum after a few moments and he takes a deep breath in. “I have an idea..” He whispers, and you can feel him scoot closer to you on the couch, his knee bumping yours in the process. “Why don’t you take a nice hot bath… I’ll run out and grab some ice cream from the gas station up the street.. and when I come back, we can snuggle up and watch a movie, huh?” You hum again before fluttering your eyes open and meeting his gaze. “I dont have anything to change into, Teej. So a bath is out of the question.” You reply softly, but his expression doesn’t change. “You can wear something of mine. C’mon.” His hand leaves your neck and latches on to your own, pulling you up from the couch with him.

You trail behind him into his bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of his bed as he makes his way into his closet, returning after a few minutes with a soft long sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers. “These should fit you just fine.” He says softly, rubbing his thumbs along the material as he looks down at you. “Come on. I’ll get the bath started.” He makes his way into the bathroom, and you wait to hear the water running before you follow.

He’s kneeling next to the tub, slowly pouring in what seems to be a scented salt soak and you smile to yourself. ‘How thoughtful.’ He turns to look at you with an adorable smile before standing up. “Anything for you, babe.” He sets your borrowed clothing on the counter along with a plush, white towel before turning to you and grabbing your hands in his. “Take your time, okay? I’ll be waiting for you in the living room when I get back from the store.” He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he takes a long breath in. “Don’t miss me too much.” He says on his breath out, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll try not to..” You whisper in reply, reaching your hand up to toy with one of the buttons on his shirt. “Hey..” The word is barely audible as he reaches up to cradle your face in his hands. Your eyes meet his and he brushes his nose against yours. “You okay?” He wonders, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones. “I’m fine.” You tell him, nodding slowly. ‘Don’t lie to me.’ His voice is in your mind and your cheeks flood red in embarrassment. ‘Is it something my mom said?’ You shrug in reply, chewing on your lip. “I love you.” He suddenly speaks, the words making your heart beat wildly in your chest. “That’s all that matters, hm?” You nod, unable to keep yourself from grinning. “There’s my girl.” He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you can’t help but wish he was actually kissing you. “Go on. Before the water gets cold. I’ll be right back.” He steps away quickly and heads towards the bathroom door, turning to look at you once more before he leaves. “I love you.” He states again, waiting for a response this time. “I love you, too.” He winks at you before leaving you alone in the bathroom.

I’m in love with her. Completely and totally in love with her. I can’t get over how her eyes sparkle when she laughs or the dimple in her cheek. The curve her lips make when she says my name is so inviting - I have to stop myself from diving right in and kissing her. All I want to do is kiss her. Is that weird? God, that must be weird. But I don’t care. Because I love her. And that’s all I know.

My train of thought is wrecked when my phone starts to ring over the Bluetooth in my car. ‘Incoming call from: Birth-giver.’ I roll my eyes before jamming my finger into the accept option on the screen. “Thomas.” She speaks, her voice tight. “What’s up, mom?” I pull into the gas station parking lot, putting the car in park and praying this conversation will be over sooner rather than later. “We need to talk. Is.. she with you?” Another eye roll. “No, mother, she is not with me at the moment. And talk about what? You didn’t talk enough at dinner? How dare you?” My words are spewing out before I can stop them, a common thing when it came to conversations with my mother. She lets out a harsh laugh and I grit my teeth, hand gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make my knuckles go white. “How dare I? How dare she, come into my home and disrespect me like that. I knew there was a reason I didn’t like her.” I shake my head, letting out a sound of disapproval. “You just can’t stand the fact that she genuinely makes me happy, can you? That she’s actually good for me.” There’s a tightness in my chest after I speak, knowing that it’s the truth. She doesn’t want me to be happy. She merely scoffs in reply. “I just think she’s more trouble than she’s worth is all. I know how.. unstable you are. I don’t want her to set you off.. I worry about you.” Her voice sounds so sincere that it makes me sick. I immediately end the call and slam my fist against the steering wheel.

Unstable.

Her

Four hours.

Four whole hours.

That’s how long you’d been out of the bath, waiting on TJs couch anxiously for him to return. Where was he? Had something happened? A million different scenarios had played in your mind, each one worse than the last. You’d worried yourself to tears at this point as you paced in his kitchen, trying to decide if it was time to call the police.

Where the hell was he?

You called his phone for the hundredth time, it rings once, twice, and then goes to voicemail. Mailbox is full. “FUCK!” You yell, slamming your phone down on the counter. “Where are you, TJ?” You whimpered, bringing your hands up to tug at your hair and letting out a small, frustrated cry. ‘I fucked up.’ You’re in such shock at his voice in your mind that it takes a moment for you to register what he’s saying. You blink a few times, standing up straight and grasping your phone, calling him again. ‘Pick up, pick up..’

He answers on the third ring this time. “Baby..” he whines, and you know he’s drunk. “Teej, oh, babe.. where are you?” You gush, making your way towards the door and trying to find your shoes. Where the hell were they? “Just tell me where you are, I’ll come to you.” You coo, doing your best not to cry. “I.. I fucked up..” He whispers, hiccuping a few times mid sentence. “It’s okay, Teej, I’m not mad, just please.. tell me where you are.” It’s a lie, you’re definitely a little mad, but that’s not what matters in this moment. Getting to him is priority one. “Mmmf… I’m here..” You hear what sounds like him dropping his phone, but you also hear it from where you’re standing in his apartment. You rush towards the door, ripping it open and letting out a sob when you see him standing there, bottle in hand, a large cut in his eyebrow and a small one on his cheekbone. His lip is busted and his pupils have nearly taken over his eyes. He’s gone. “I fucked up.” He tells you, his eyebrows raised and lower lip trembling. You can tell he’s sorry. He doesn’t even have to say it. “Come here, it’s okay.” You whisper, holding your hand out to him, trying your best to look reassuring. He takes a few steps forward, placing his hand in yours.

You pull him inside the apartment with you, leading him into the bathroom and making him sit on the edge of the bathtub. “What happened to you?” You asked as you searched his medicine cabinet for a first aid kit. You internally cheer when you find one hiding in a drawer beneath the sink. “I.. I talked to my mom and.. then I got into a fight.. at a bar..” he mumbles, finally coming down from whatever high he was on. “What did she say to you?” You don’t even bother to hide the venom in your voice. “She said.. I’m unstable… so we shouldn’t be together.” You refrain from rolling your eyes, opting for a soft sigh instead as you turn to him, alcohol and gauze in hand. “Wasn’t it you who just told me that all that should matter is that we love each other?” You asked as you began to nurse his wounds, doing your best not to inflict more pain on him than necessary. He mumbles a reply and you smile sadly at him. “We’re all a little unstable, Teej.. that’s what makes things interesting..” He laughs a little and nods, not meeting your eyes. “Hey..” you call his attention to you, bringing your hand down to caress his jaw. “She’s manipulative. And she’s going to do what she thinks she has to, to get you to do what she wants.” You shrug, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose. “I love you, regardless of what she thinks.” He smiles, a wide, boyish grin. “You’re too good for me, you know..” he tells you, carefully watching as you place a few bandages over his cuts. “Oh, I know.” You tease and that only makes him laugh a bit more. “But.. you can’t do this to yourself anymore, Teej..” Your voice is soft now, and the smile drops from his lips. “I know.” He says, gaze falling to his hands. “I thought you said you’d come to me..” You whisper, chewing the inside of your cheek. He lets out a small sigh as he picks at his cuticles. “I.. I don’t want to mess you up.. you-you’re so perfect and I.. I’m just… not.” He says with a sad laugh, shaking his head as fresh tears fill his eyes. “You’re so good. Your fucking smile lights up the room, your laugh makes my stomach do this dumb fluttering thing, and goddamn, all I want to do is kiss you for the rest of eternity, but, how could I? I don’t deserve you. Don’t you know that? How could I taint you with my.. my.. darkness?” A tear escapes his eye and you find yourself leaning forward and capturing it with your lips, pressing comforting kisses along his cheek and jawbone. His hands are cradling your back and head as he sobs into your shoulder. He holds you as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he’s not careful. “I love you..” He whispers into your hair after a few moments, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your reply is a sweet kiss to his forehead and a small sigh.

‘Please don’t be mad at me..’ His voice is in your head as he presses himself closer to you. “Teej..” You whisper, shaking your head just slightly. “So, you are mad..” his voice is so soft you almost don’t hear him. “I’m only upset because I care about you..” you pull back from him, pushing a few hairs away from his face so you can see him clearly. “You’ve given me quite a few scares these past few years.. I just don’t want to lose you..” He smiles softly, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. “I’m sorry..” You shake your head before standing up and offering your hand out to him. “Come on. Let's get you to bed. We can talk in the morning.” He places his hand in yours and follows you to stand, swaying just a bit with a giggle. “Probably a good idea.”

You carefully lead him to his bed, helping him to sit on the edge and then eventually lie down. You tuck the covers in around him and press a kiss to his forehead before turning to leave. “Wait.” He catches your wrist before you can get too far, pulling you back to him. “Where are you going?” He practically whimpers, eyes wide and almost fearful. “I was just going to sleep on the couch.” You tell him, pushing his hair away from his eyes. He pushes his lip out into a little pout, blue eyes sparkling up at you. “Stay with me..” he begs, tugging on your hand gently. “Teej.. you’re drunk.” You reason with him, though you’re close to giving in. “Please.. no funny business, I just.. I want to be close to you.”

How could you say no to that?

“Fine. Scoot over.” You give in so easily, sliding under the covers beside him. He immediately pulls you into his chest and presses a kiss to your head. “Thank you.” He breathes after a few moments, holding you just a bit tighter. “Go to sleep, Teej.” You whisper back, bringing your arm over his waist to snuggle in closer. “I am, I am, just…” He pauses to let out a small sigh. “Thank you for staying.. Even though I fucked up.. I.. I just wasn’t thinking.. Its like.. My brain just shuts off and I’m not me anymore.. That probably doesn’t make any sense..” He slaps a hand to his forehead and drags it down his face slowly. “What I’m trying to say is.. Thank you.. For not leaving me.. The people in my life have a habit of abandoning me when I need them most, but you..” He meets your gaze, eyes shining with fresh tears. “You’re the only one who’s ever actually stayed.” Your lower lip quivers at his confession and you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and attaching your lips to his for a brief moment. He lets out a little whine at the contact, pressing back needily before he hastily pulls away, shaking his head. “Baby, no…” He whispers, and your heart suddenly drops. No? “Not-Not while I’m like this.” He finishes, resting his hand on your cheek. “This is not how I want to be when I’m intimate with you, I.. I want to remember it, relish in it, and be one-hundred percent present in those moments.” He presses a lazy kiss to the corner of your lips, lingering there for an extra second before he leans back, resting his head on his pillow with a quiet sigh. “You know…” You start, pushing his hair away from his face lovingly. “You spend so much of your time telling me how bad you are, but.. you’re such a good man, Teej..” His lips curve into a smile at your words and he pulls you into his chest. “Go to sleep, babe. We can talk in the morning.” He tells you, nearly repeating what you’d said to him earlier. “Yeah, yeah. Alright. I love you.” You whisper, nuzzling your face into his neck with a soft sigh. “Love you more..”

You’re surrounded by warmth.

His chest is pressed to your back, legs tangled together and his arms are caged around your waist, keeping you from wandering too far. His lips rest against the nape of your neck and as he breathes, in and out, goosebumps arise on your skin. He’s so close. You wiggle your hips ever so slightly, to get just a bit closer to him, and you can feel his lips turn into a smile against your skin. “Well, hello there.” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline, nuzzling just slightly. Your response is a soft hmpf as you bury your face further into the pillow. He lets out a soft chuckle, kissing further down your neck, pushing down the collar of your shirt as he goes. You let out a soft sigh, pulling out of his reach. “Where are you going?” He asks, hands on your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. “You can’t do that - it..” You pause, shaking your head as a blush floods your cheeks. “Oh, baby..” He whispers, running his fingertips down the top of your spine lightly. “Is it like your kryptonite?” He asks, and you have to bite back a laugh, choosing to nod instead. He pulls you back into your previous position, back flush against his chest and nuzzles into your neck. “Good to know.” He whispers, barely audible, before pressing another soft kiss to your neck. You bite back your groan, melting into his touch instead.

You’re not sure how long you lay there for, his breath on your skin, lips trailing up and down your neck and shoulder. His hand has managed to find its way under your shirt, resting on the skin just below your belly button, his fingers threatening to touch your waistband with each slight movement. Your hand is tangled in his hair with your back arched, lip caught between your teeth. He’s got your heart going a million miles per minute and you’re starting to feel dizzy. ‘Breathe.’ He slowly ceases his assault on your neck, focusing his attention on your face. “A-Are you.. Is this okay? I.. I’m sorry.” He stammers, his hand resting on your arm as he sits up, putting a bit of distance between you. “No, no, I mean- Yes! This is fine, you’re fine, I.. I just got overwhelmed there for a second.. I’m sorry..” You admit quickly, the color in your cheeks deepening to a scarlet. His frown quickly turns to a smile, and then to a full grown grin. “Did I make you forget how to breathe?” He asks, making you glare in return. “Damn. I’m good.” He leans down to kiss your cheek, but you move your head at the last moment, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, instead. He gasps into your mouth at the contact, bringing his hand up to support the base of your neck as he deepens the kiss. You pull him down to hover over you and tangle your fingers in the short hairs on the back of his head, nipping his lower lip between your teeth and tugging ever so slightly. The moan he lets out has you letting out a small moan of your own, and TJ lets out a growl at the sound. “God, you have the prettiest moan I’ve ever fucking heard.” He gushes, running his hand down your thigh, gripping onto it tightly and bringing it over his hip. His jaw drops when you immediately buck your hips up against his leg, desperately seeking friction. “God, look at you..” He runs a fingertip over your lips, flicking his tongue out to wet his mouth as he watches you kiss the pad of his finger. “You are the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen..” He breathes, eyes meeting yours in a hypnotic gaze. He leans back down to kiss you, lips a mere centimeter away, when his doorbell goes off, followed by a knock on his apartment door. He rests his forehead against yours, a desperate sigh leaving his lips. “Its like the universe doesn’t want us to spend any time alone together.” He jokes, grumbling some more when the knocking persists. “I’ll be right back.” He tells you as he crawls out of the bed, straightening out his hair and his clothes as he leaves the room. You can hear him walk across his apartment and then open the door, followed by muffled voices. You decide to curl back up under the covers and close your eyes, melting back into his mattress.

Before you know it, you’ve drifted off to sleep and TJ is shaking you very lightly. “Babyyy..” He whispers, pressing his lips to your jaw. “Lets go get breakfast.” Your stomach growls loudly at the same exact time as he speaks, and he lets out a loud laugh. “C’mon. We can go Christmas shopping after.” You shake your head with a groan. “No shopping.” He laughs once again, tugging on your shirt. “Come on. We have to. Christmas is in less than a week.” You let out another small groan, “I loathe shopping.” He laughs softly, rubbing your back soothingly. “I promise to make it worth your while.” As he says this, his fingers trail up and down your spine, coaxing a shiver from you. “Fine, fine, alright. We’ll go. But you owe me coffee.” You say, quickly sitting up to hide your involuntary reaction to his touch. He just smirks, nodding slowly. “Get dressed.”

December 31

“Well, fuck.. Where did this year go?” You ask, mostly to yourself as you stare out one of the many large windows that litter TJ’s apartment, overlooking the busy city below. He lets out a loud, melodic laugh as he makes his way over to you, arm extended with a glass of amber colored liquid inside. “Here. This’ll make it all better.” He tells you, taking a sip from the glass of ice water he’d been nursing all evening. You cock an eyebrow, eyeing the drink carefully. “Just because I can’t have a little fun doesn’t mean you can’t. Go on. It’s good, I promise.” You take him at his word and bring the glass to your lips, eyes fluttering closed at the warmth it brings to your throat. “See? Told you you’d like it.” He says once you’ve finished the drink and licked the remnants from your lips. You nod, “It was, thank you.” The liquid courage has done nothing for your nerves. He looks so good tonight and its making your hands shake.

“Thanks for being okay with just staying in with me tonight, I.. I’m not really sure I could’ve handled being in a crowd right now..” He admits as he takes your empty glass back to his kitchen counter, preparing you another amber colored treat. “Oh, Teej, I’m okay, really.” You say quickly, but he just shrugs, finishing up anyway. “You’ll need something to toast the new year with, won’t you?” You nod in defeat, taking the drink from him when it’s offered, your gaze returning to the city below. “You sure you don’t mind being here with me?” He whispers after a moment, eyes fixed on your face, watching the passing lights race across your skin. “Not at all..” You tell him, a soft smile on your lips as you turn slightly to meet his gaze. “I’m happy to be here with you.” A large grin lights up his face and your heart stutters in your chest.

You were in trouble.

He takes slowly closes the distance between you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing his lips to your temple in a soft kiss. The gesture has your knees shaking and you let out a small laugh to hide it. “What’s so funny?” He asks, smiling down at you, eyes sparkling with something you’d never seen before. What was it? “N-nothin’.” You manage to stammer, forcing another small laugh. He just smiles even bigger, if possible. ‘You’re pretty fucking cute when you’re nervous, you know.’ His voice in your head makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “I’m not nervous.” You tell him, trying to sound convincing even though your voice shakes. “You sure about that?” He murmurs as he turns to face you, bringing your chest flush against his, prompting a small gasp to leave your lips.

All you can do is nod, opting to stare at his nose instead of meeting his eyes. When your gaze drops to his mouth, you can’t help but lick your lips, which of course, he notices. “It’s almost midnight.” He tells you, voice horse as his gaze, too, drops to your lips. “Got any resolutions?” He wonders, resting his forehead against yours and fluttering his eyes closed. You were sure you saw him tremble when you brought your hand up to rest on his jaw. “I have a few..” You flirt, thumb brushing over his bottom lip lightly. You definitely saw him shiver that time.

You can hear the New Year count down faintly coming from his TV, nearly 30 seconds left. “Any of ‘em involve me?” He breathes, nuzzling his nose against yours. You can feel the warmth of his exhale on your skin and have to remind yourself to take a breath of your own. “A few...” You repeat, the words barely audible as the countdown reaches its last ten seconds. He laughs, lips brushing yours in the process. “I’m gonna marry you one day, you know..” He tells you, letting one of his hands travel to the nape of your neck, tilting it back to give him better access to your mouth. ..... 5..... 4....... 3...... “Promises, promises.” You manage to get out, right before the clock strikes midnight and TJ closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a needy, almost desperate kiss.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you continue to explore each other’s mouths, one of his hands making its way down to your lower back, nails digging into the skin right above your waistband. You let out a hiss into his mouth and he seems to enjoy it, taking the opportunity to seize your lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it with a small moan before he releases it. The look on his face has you clenching your thighs together. “I-I want you.” he whispers, holding eye contact with you. “I know.” You tell him, running your index finger across the outline of his lips. “Can...” he pauses to clear his throat before continuing. “May I?” He asks, confidence suddenly returning to his tone as he tucks an unruly hair behind your ear. Your mouth suddenly goes dry, which only makes his smirk grow larger. “Use your words, baby.” He murmurs, letting his fingertips ghost down your neck, humming when you shiver under his touch. “I.. I’m yours, if you want me.” You manage to whisper, voice shaking just a bit. He bites his lip as he stares down at you, what looks like disbelief written on his face. “I’m yours.” You bring your arms up around his neck, pulling his mouth back to yours in a messy, passionate embrace. His hands attach to your hips as he deepens the kiss and begins to lead you carefully towards his bedroom. You’re so entranced by the kiss that it takes you by surprise when he’s pushing you back onto his bed, the soft, plush comforter feeling like heaven against your overly sensitive skin. TJ unbuttons his shirt and you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look, almost drooling when he’s finally shirtless in front of you. “See something you like?” He wonders, removing his necklace and setting it on his nightstand before making quick work of removing his belt. “And what if I do?” You try your best to sound innocent, batting your eyelashes at him. The way he looks at you makes your heart stop in your chest. You swear you can see just how much he loves you in his eyes. “Well.. I guess it’s a good thing I’m yours, then, hmm?”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything witty in return as he comes closer, tapping your knees and gently prying them open before he pushes you up further on the bed, kneeling in the space he’s made. He’s hovering over you, now, arms making a cage to keep you from moving too far from him. “No smart comeback?” He asks, amusement evident in his voice. He’s enjoying seeing the effect he has on you. He likes knowing that you’re just as entranced by him as he is by you. Your reply is to simply pinch your lower lip between your teeth and bring your hand up to rest on the muscles in his lower stomach. You can feel him flex under your touch and let out an involuntary whimper. ‘Yours.’ His voice is soft in your mind and you close your eyes in bliss at the sound. You feel him shift his weight, right before his hand comes to rest on your jaw, thumb teasing at your lip.

‘Marry me.’

Your eyes snap open at the thought, but his expression hasn’t changed. He’s staring at you like you’re a goddess, a savior. His hand drops to your neck, fingertips grazing your skin as they make their way to the hem of your shirt. “I mean it.” He speaks softly, dipping his fingers under the fabric and resting on your waist. “I’m not saying it has to be tomorrow, or next year, or even five years from now, but marry me, please.” His words come out in a quick breath, leaning down to rest his head on your chest, ear just above your heart. “I know it hasn’t been very long, but.. Now that I have you, I don’t know that I could live without you.. and, just.. before we take this any further, I..” You shush him, taking his face in your hands and making him look at you. “Of course I’d marry you.. Is that even a real question?” You gush, eyes filling with tears. ‘Of course.’ He lets out a relieved laugh, tears filling his eyes, too. “I um.. I wanted to do this right and.. I got you something.” He whispers, reaching into his pocket and holding the gift inside a closed fist. You gasp when he presents you with a silver ring, the facets of the stone glimmering in the dim light of his room.

“My grandmother gave this to me on thanksgiving.. It was hers..” He tells you as he, too, stares down at the small symbol of eternity he’s holding. “She knew... She knew that I was already head over heels for you.. Knew that this day would be coming soon..” He pauses again, licking his lips as he meets your eyes. “It’s yours, if you want it.” He breathes, nearly mimicking your conversation from earlier. ‘I’m yours.’ You let out a quick breath at the sound of his voice in your mind once more. Your lip trembles when you find yourself speechless. “I really mean it.” He repeats, holding the ring up to you with a shaky hand.

“Marry me, Y/N.”

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Secrets (Modern Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Words: 2,800

Authors Note(s): SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

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'What's the worse feeling a human can feel? Love. Love is something that is so rare to find and humans lust over it. It has become a task in life to find love, get married, have children, and die. That isn't what love is. Love is falling for another person constantly, over and over again. Living for the moments you have together and mourning the moments you aren't with each other. Love is getting to know someone more than you know yourself and treating them like a priceless artifact because you don't know what tomorrow brings. If you love someone, you feel like a totally different person without them and you don't know what to do. This is how I feel towards (Y/N) but I'm afraid she will never notice.'

Jefferson closes his laptop, finishing the entry for his Creative Writing course. Though it was a measly paragraph, anything that he wrote about her made his heart skip a beat. Seeing her in his Literature classes made his day better in masses. Taking his phone out, he typed in her name and began to text her.

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A phone's buzzing broke your focus from your work. Reaching to grab your phone, a notification for a text from the group chat you're in with Angelica, Maria, Aaron, Thomas, and James pops on your home screen.

'Hey Guys' was the message from Thomas. Laughing at Jefferson's simple greeting, your thoughts race. He wasn't as simple as his messages. Thomas Jefferson was a walking paradox. He always contradicted himself with his simplicity. His work was so complex and true coming but the way he acts is something of a laid back, nothing-to-worry-about person. On that matter, everybody in your friend group could be described as a literary device. Maria was a walking onomatopoeia since she makes a squeal or grunt whenever something happens. Angelica was an anecdote. She could tell you anything about anyone but put a funny twist on it. She was intelligent but also had a way of her that would spill no ill will unless someone was in danger or in danger of hurting someone else whether it was intentionally or unintentionally. Aaron was a cacophony in his own sense. Any story he told or any lesson he taught made a harsh sound in your head making anyone listening feel disturbed and objectionable but yet you were comfortable around him. Only some were and you were one of them. Finally, James was a walking, talking juxtaposition. He drew parallels between Thomas' belief and the man they all loathed, Alexander Hamilton. He knew that Thomas' beliefs and what he was trying to find in life was more conservative than Alexander's and he knew that their beliefs will never cross one another. But what about you? What were you? In your mind you couldn't identify what you were while everyone else would see your life as a walking tragedy. When you were younger it was a pleasant time that you could never forget. However, when you were about 5 your parents had seemed to go insane when they kept leaving the house at random times. It got worse and worse over time until they would leave you home alone for a week at a time. One night right after Christmas, they left you with your grandparents and never returned. Being only 7 now, you couldn't stop them and even if you would try it would go without avail. On New Years Eve, the police found your parent's car in a ditch. Still locked inside, they seemed to have driven off the road with an over load of hallucinogens in their systems which left you as an orphan in your eyes since living with your grandparents was like living on your own.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you look back to the screen of your phone. Aaron had responded with a simple 'Hello' while Maria responded with a usual 'Hey' followed by an emoji of her choice. It seemed to be that Angelica and yourself were the only two that had not responded. Unlocking the device, your fingers glide across the screen. Typing your message, you forgot about the new iOS update they had you download.

"Hey guys!" You respond with a black heart emoji to accompany the message. 'Finally something to match my soul' you thought to yourself before a text appeared in the chat. Angelica, who seemed to be your intellectual twin, wrote what you had just thought. Laughing, you roll your eyes and sigh while reading over the messages flooding the group. Thomas hadn't responded since he started the conversation which was odd. Knowing Thomas has a long and successful background of law in his family, you decided to message him, asking if he could help you study for your Legal Studies class.

"Hey, Hey TJ." You text him with a giggle, knowing he would answer right away. As predicted, Thomas' response popped up so quick that it might've been typed already so he was just waiting for your initiation of the conversation.

"Hey, sweetie. What's going on?"

"Can you help me study for my Legal Studies class? I really need help with the final which is in a week. Pleassseeee?" You press send, your pleading nature for help only showed one-fourth of the dread and nervousness that rested in the pit of your stomach. A ding signified his response. Looking at the lit up screen, you smile as you see that he obliged. You two were in a relationship but were both reluctant to tell anyone since he didn't want any rumors and drama that followed him to affect you and your studies. Respecting that, you two would meet under the thought of a study date or a case study. The only people who know about this are Aaron, James, and Angelica. You and Thomas agreed not to tell Maria since she was like most guys around attractive women, they can't keep it in their pants. Well Maria can't keep a secret to herself, take Eliza and Alexander's relationship now? It's under siege since dear Maria tried to throw off their whole course. However, she was intelligent and that's why she is included in your group, to plan out different techniques of studying and remembering items. Heck, she was even there if you needed help at two in the morning.

A knock at the door ten minutes later signified that Thomas had arrived. Rushing to open it, you were greeted by Thomas' smiling face and frizzy hair. Hugging him, you smile and close the door behind him. "How've you been?" His smooth voice filled the air as you back up and sit on your bed. The answer was clear but he wanted a more in depth response. "Good, just a bit stressed since finals are this week and I feel like I'm not prepared at all." You groan, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Well did you do your Creative writing insert?" Your eyes widen in shock and fear. The answer was evident, it had completely slipped your mind since you were worried about the bigger finals you had to complete. Thomas shook his head and let out a small chuckle. "Well I know you and so I brought you coffee, fruit, and other items that'll boost your energy and keep you up. Just don't crash, okay?" He pecked your temple and you sighed happily with a nod. "Alright." You agreed, ideas already flowing through your head.

It being your last semester in college before you graduate alongside Thomas and your other friends, you decided to write a 'metaphorical' piece if that is appropriate to call your plan. After the few hours of Thomas helping you with studying the specific law cases that were on the study guide the professor politely gifted your class. Whenever you got the case, the case's details, and the outcome correct, Thomas gifted you with a kiss on your lips or temple. When you got anything wrong, Thomas wouldn't 'punish you.' Instead he would encourage you to think deeper than you initially did. As the clock on your wall signified it was midnight, you sigh and shake your boyfriend awake but with no avail. Grabbing the throw off your chair, you throw it on top of Thomas as he slept peacefully. He curly hair was frizzed everywhere and his usually emotion filled face was relaxed which made your stress level lower for the first time in forever.

Taking a sip of the coffee you had made to refill the cup that your generous boyfriend gave you, you sit at your desk, your eyes straining as you open a blank document and find the idea that had earlier graced your mind. Typing down your name, the professor's name, the class hour, and the date, you then center the title of your Creative Writing final writing piece.

Secrets

Secrets fill dread in the soul and even breaks your sanity. As days, months, and even years pass, the secret of us being together kills me. Secrets from the public create secrets between the two of us. The secret was to keep our relationship unknown but now the secret is that I hate keeping us a secret now. This has been going on for three years now and I can't take it anymore. Every time I see you in public I just want to hug, kiss, and cling to you like we do in private. I'm tired of making up fake study dates just so we can see each other. I just want to show everyone that I am yours and you are mine. You say I am your girl but no one else knows that. I want to be (Y/N) who dates Thomas Jefferson, not (Y/N) who keeps to herself and talks to a small group of people and no one else. Am I going to be a secret forever or is he going to tell people about our three year relationship? After three years of being a secret is enough, I don't want to be a layer of his life that gets over looked by everyone. I don't want my friends to turn a blind eye to our relationship, knowing that it is there but getting thrown into the pain of not being able to tell anyone.

Secrets have tormented my life before this. My parents were addicted to drugs but never told their friends, coworkers, or parents and my grandparents never wanted to see me because I reminded them so much of their druggie children that died on a cold winter's day. My huge secret is that I am only comfortable with myself because of my small group of friends. I am myself because James Madison helped me find my inner peace and my happiness no matter how bad the situation. After all this time with trying to find peace with the fact that, until after graduation, we will be a secret to the public eye. I have full trust in him but sometimes I doubt myself. Am I not good enough and that's why he's keeping us a secret or is it truly because of the drama that surrounds him and his family? Secrets should never be told but I just told all of mine.

As soon as you proof read and correct mistakes that were on your paper, you print it out and place it in a plastic cover with a title page. Shoving that in your bag along with your study guides, you look over to Thomas and sigh. You were already in your sweats and top that you sleep in so you crawl over Thomas and lay in his arms as you yawn once more. The scent of his Adidas cologne and Irish Springs body wash overcame your senses with pleasant memories as you slowly fell asleep. It seemed like he was already deep into R.E.M sleep when you went to bed but by the time your alarm went off in the morning his face was softer but his eyes weren't in the calm and unscrunched look as before. His eyelids were scrunched like he was squeezing them shut.

"I know you're awake, you dink." you nudge him with a small laugh as his face lights up with his stunning smile. His chuckle fills the room over yours as he pecks your cheek. Sitting up, you stretch and get up before walking to the wardrobe in your dorm and pulling out a pullover sweatshirt and tattered jeans that had many paint stains on them along with frayed denim at the folded cuff of the leg. Putting the outfit on and barely bothering with your hair or makeup.

"Can you throw me a shirt and jeans?" Thomas asks nicely before grabbing his bag that he brought from his room with all of his needed items in it. His notebooks, phone and laptop along with his charger for both his needed devices were tucked away neatly in the bag. Grabbing his favorite shirt and a pair of jeans that were his, you walk to your boyfriend and hand the items to him. Kissing him good morning, you run your hands through his tangled locks which made him wince softly.

"You're going to put your hair up right? It's so tangly so it'll be impossible for you to untangle it before we get to class." You remind him, handing him a hairband and the other hair products he left at your dorm. After he got ready, Thomas kissed you and grabbed both his and your's bag. Taking his hand in yours, you headed out of your dorm with all of your needed supplies and keys. Taking a deep breath while walking onto the public grounds, you let go of Thomas' hand and take your bag from him before heading off to the exam hall.

A month passes and you get the results from your exams, you had gotten perfect scores. All of your friends were congratulating you by treating you to drinks at a local pub before a steaming Thomas storms through. Pulling you away from the small group and into a private area of the facility, Thomas' brown eyes flicker with emotion. Pulling out the creative writing column that the professor of that class put together, he shoved the crumpled up piece of paper into your face.

"Explain this. Why is your writing on the column? Why is it public? Now everyone knows we are dating! You are getting yourself into unnecessary drama!" Thomas' voice was demanding but soft at the same time just to make sure he wasn't causing a scene. Reading the paper that was now in your grip, you laugh and roll your eyes. "So it's my fault? Look at the article over it, mister perfect! You started it all! You blatantly stated that we are dating!" Your voice was angry while your expression was hurt. You were never a sensitive person. You had learned how to bury your emotions but this was shocking and you could never guess this would happen. Tears swelled in your eyes before shoving the paper back in his hands and stormed out.

"Whatever, Thomas. Check the facts before you convict someone because that can end up ruining your future and your credit." You spat out before going back to the table, grabbing your purse, and storming back to your dorm with a purpose. You knew he was following you because he had made a ginormous mistake. Calling your name, you rush past the other people in the courtyard as fast as you could before getting into your dorm room and slamming the door loudly before locking it behind you. Laying on your bed, you bury your face into the pillows you still haven't packed yet. Hearing Thomas bang on the door, you curl up on the bed and bring your knees to your chest. A silent sob left your body as you heard him get his key that you gave him out of his pocket and fit it in the keyhole. Unlocking the door, Thomas rushed in and held you close to him. "(Y/N), I'm sorry for flipping out. I was just afraid at first then I was mad at myself for not realizing you felt so horrible about us being secret for so long. If it was having a negative affect on you, you could have told me. We could've made it public but I was scared you would get overwhelmed by the publicity and drama." Pausing in between his statement, Thomas was now having his own fits of sobs. Holding you tight in his arms, he laced his hands in your hair. "Please never leave me." "Don't worry, I never will."

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All 200 😊

200: My crush’s name is: Violeta, but I've went over this before.199: I was born in: the U.s.198: I am really: gay197: My cellphone company is: Verizon 196: My eye color is: green/blue changes depending on what I wear195: My shoe size is: uh, 9/10 in womens194: My ring size is: I have no idea193: My height is: 5'3" or 5'4"192: I am allergic to: cats and dust191: My 1st car was: never had one190: My 1st job was: haven't had one189: Last book you read: Symptoms of Being Human188: My bed is: comfy187: My pet: I don't have any anymore186: My best friend: is great185: My favorite shampoo is: I don't have any184: Xbox or ps3: ps3??183: Piggy banks are: lit182: In my pockets: I hold things (I don't have pockets rn)181: On my calendar: recognition180: Marriage is: cool?179: Spongebob can: save me from the sea bears178: My mom: hated me probs177: The last three songs I bought were? I don't know176: Last YouTube video watched: internet support group 7175: How many cousins do you have? Unsure, a lot though.174: Do you have any siblings? Two.173: Are your parents divorced? They never got married172: Are you taller than your mom? I think I'm a little shorter171: Do you play an instrument? I'm learning to play piano! I've taught a little bit to myself and I'm going to take lessons soon.170: What did you do yesterday? I swam and went to this place called mr macs[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: well not in love, but you could have a crush at first sight I guess? 168: Luck: ... eh167: Fate: ... eh???166: Yourself: no165: Aliens: YES164: Heaven: no163: Hell: no162: God: not really 161: Horoscopes: not really160: Soul mates: statistically inpossible, but still cute159: Ghosts: yes158: Gay Marriage: HELL YEAH157: War: its gross but its a thing?156: Orbs: not sure what this is, if someone could explain...?155: Magic: i dont know[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: kisses please??153: Drunk or High: I've never been either butttt 152: Phone or Online: online151: Red heads or Black haired: doesn't matter???150: Blondes or Brunettes: doesn't matter???149: Hot or cold: cold148: Summer or winter: winter147: Autumn or Spring: autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: both145: Night or Day: night144: Oranges or Apples: apples143: Curly or Straight hair: either??142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonalds141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk140: Mac or PC: pc??139: Flip flops or high heals: I've only ever work flip flops so138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: coke136: Hillary or Obama: obama135: Burried or cremated: burried because what if I was murdered anD THEY FOTTA GET DVIDENCE 134: Singing or Dancing: singing133: Coach or Chanel: I don't know132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: don't know??131: Small town or Big city: hmm depends130: Wal-Mart or Target: Wal-Mart 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler I guess??128: Manicure or Pedicure: never had either127: East Coast or West Coast: east because I've never been to the west126: Your Birthday or Christmas: christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: oh they're both good??124: Disney or Six Flags: I don't remember what Disney is like but they're both cool123: Yankees or Red Sox: I don't do sports[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: stop121: George Bush: all I think about are memes120: Gay Marriage: thank god, what if I marry a dude??119: The presidential election: I don't know118: Abortion: if you want to do it, you get to117: MySpace: it'll bounce back116: Reality TV: I don't watch it115: Parents: ones dead and the other one is mean to me114: Back stabbers: toxic113: Ebay: cool112: Facebook: ehh111: Work: ew110: My Neighbors: they okay mostly109: Gas Prices: high108: Designer Clothes: cool?107: College: too expensive wtf106: Sports: I mean... eh??105: My family: they're all yelly and snappy at mme they make me upset a lot104: The future: I cannot wait to get me a good significant other [ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: the other week because I was crying and they hugged me I love hugs please102: Last time you ate: like an hour ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I dunno100: Cried in front of someone: last week99: Went to a movie theater: a few weeks ago, went to see diary of the wimpy kid it was trash.98: Took a vacation: a long time ago97: Swam in a pool: yesterday96: Changed a diaper: two years ago95: Got my nails done: long long time ago94: Went to a wedding: when I was younger, I learned I had asthma that day lmao93: Broke a bone: never 92: Got a peircing: when I was twelve91: Broke the law: uh I ride my scooter without a helmet90: Texted: hour ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: my friend88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: the homeyness 87: The last movie I saw: uhh I forgot the name of it, but it was gay86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: being accepted85: The thing im not looking forward to: not being accepted84: People call me: a suck up?? Annoying?? Lots of stuff83: The most difficult thing to do is: accept yourself82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: falsehood81: My zodiac sign is: Aquarius 80: The first person i talked to today was: my little sister79: First time you had a crush: I don't remember it it was like 4 years ago78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: I don't think ibhave anyone like that77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: I dunno76: Right now I am talking to: no one I'M DOING THIS ENTIRE LIST INSTEAD75: What are you going to do when you grow up: think I'm going into forensics, actually. Might be a writer or actor, not sure74: I have/will get a job: might nail myself a job at dunkin donuts73: Tomorrow: is tuesday72: Today: was not terrible71: Next Summer: is far away70: Next Weekend: is too far away69: I have these pets: does a little sister count because it's harder to take care of68: The worst sound in the world: the sound that happens when your skin is slid on something like a gym floor or car roof??67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Thomas Sanders 66: People that make you happy: awkward anon, my friends, Thomas sanders, uhhh some other people that I'm not listing65: Last time I cried: the other week (difnt I answer this??)64: My friends are: great63: My computer is: kinda broken 62: My School: sucks61: My Car: doesn't exist60: I lose all respect for people who: murder59: The movie I cried at was: that movie where the scientist makes his son into a robot and didn't pay attention to his actual son58: Your hair color is: blonde ish57: TV shows you watch: the flash, Andi Mack, Backstage, Bones, Supernatual, Sense 8, The Loud House, lots of kids shows56: Favorite web site: uhhh tumblr?55: Your dream vacation: being away from my family and getting to chill54: The worst pain I was ever in was: uhhh when I sprained my wrist playing football inside53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium well?? Rare?? Who knows52: My room is: not aesthetic enough51: My favorite celebrity is: zendaya she's pretty and such a great girl I'm proud of her50: Where would you like to be: doing something useful for people49: Do you want children: yes48: Ever been in love: yes, definately47: Who’s your best friend: this girl named isabel46: More guy friends or girl friends: girl friends because all the guys I know are dicks45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when I make people happy44: One person that you wish you could see right now: uhhh Violeta I miss her she's so sweet43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no but I should make one.42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no41: Have you pre-named your children: no40: Last person I got mad at: isabel39: I would like to move to: Virginia, I miss my older sistwr38: I wish I was a professional: forensic woRKER or writer[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: kitkat36: Vehicle: I like old card they cool35: President: Obama 34: State visited: new york33: Cellphone provider: Verizon I guess32: Athlete: idk31: Actor: uhh TJ Thyne? I dunno30: Actress: ZENDAYA29: Singer: troye sivan28: Band: twenty one pilots27: Clothing store: idk26: Grocery store: market basket25: TV show: the flash, because it's still running otherwise bones24: Movie: wall e23: Website: tumblr (didn't I answer this already)22: Animal: dog21: Theme park: six flags20: Holiday: halloween19: Sport to watch: none18: Sport to play: softball17: Magazine: ehhh16: Book:hmm.. I liked Peter nimble and the fantastic eyes15: Day of the week: saturday14: Beach: Hampton I guess13: Concert attended: panic at the disco12: Thing to cook: cookies!11: Food: ... cookies?10: Restaurant: Mr. Macs9: Radio station: I dunno8: Yankee candle scent: Christmas ones7: Perfume: idk6: Flower: Flowers are all pretty5: Color: purple4: Talk show host: I dunno3: Comedian: I dunno2: Dog breed: any1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes.I had to make an entire document for this. And to whoever read the entire thing: how?

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