LovelyMissLiz

CanadaxReader This has two swear word guys. Just two. Are you PROUD OF MEEEEE!?!?!?! "What a great show, love." Arthur pulled you in close, giving you a sweaty kiss on stage. Some of the crowd screamed, while other obsessive fan girls and boys seethed in jealousy.  You then skipped away, giving your tour manager a high-five. "We were totally rad out there!" You shouted, smiling. He smiled back, and then turned away to deal with technical duties. The day was finally over for you and your crew.  These band festivals took a real toll on their stamina. As you made your way to the tour bus, the other guys were breathing hard against your neck,

"Hey, breakfast is ready!" You called as you flipped the pancakes in the pan. Alfred came over to you, snaking his hands around your waist and burying his face in your neck. "I love pancakes, and syrup, and butter." He moaned. You couldn't help but to smile. "You love anything that is high in cholesterol and fat." You put the cakes on the plates, while Alfred grabbed the syrup and butter from the cupboard. Once you were seated, Alfred took your hands in his. "But I love you, and you're high in beauty and desire."  You blushed, turning away from his gaze. Alfred was just too sweet sometimes. You ate in silence. But it wasn't the

Christopher wasn't hot, or even cute. And sure as hell, he wasn't romantic. He was a complete waste of flirt for mankind. But, he and I were awesome allies, in battle or real life. People say we're going out, or that we're perfect for each other.  I almost started to believe it when I realized how much we hung out.  I always had other friends but he was my special guy friend that was always there. But he could never understand my love for music or my passion for reading and dancing and falling in love with made up characters. He would never comprehend the love I have for other realms that didn't even exist. But they did exist, in my heart. M