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“Hey, I talk to you.”

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2017 is going to be the year of succeeding out of pure spite

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I’m crying, you’re crying, we’re all crying, that’s it.

doctor: you have a minute and 44 seconds to live me:

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Please help meh

We have to make a really long work and I need cross-cultural information. I'm begging you. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe5DjFV3mf0QX6z7ujYvGNv5TsA9feCRZv6PjZTYfNqNrYxYg/viewform I don't get school, not at all.

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I showed hamilton to my friends, and then we decided who was which character, so this other girl is both Eliza and Laurens, so we got “engaged” at school with cardboard rings, and I just HAD to journal it.

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FUDGE

Ok, so I quoted Lin-Manuel on a written essay, and now it-isgetting published. AWESOME. WOW.

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Family trip.

Dad: Pack light.

Mom: Only bring essentials.

Me: Yes, 3 books 2000 ppages each should be enough.

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Wait for it!

Concience:You should begin with that Biology work thatbuou know is going to take you AGES.

Me:I'm willing to wait for it.

WAIT FOR IT.

Wait for it.

WAIT FOR IT.

Wait for it.

Time is the one thing in life I can't controoOoOol.

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What's your name, man?

Someone: What's your name?

Me: Alexander Hamilton, my name is Alexander Hamilton. Wait. No. It isn't. Goddamit.

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Oh, ok.

So one of the assignments I’ve been putting off is a hole philosophical work regarding aesthetics, I've decided I’d run to Tumblr for inspiration.

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Can I describe Hamilton in two verses? Hell yeah.

Ensemble: No

Alexaner: Yes

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Ahg

I decided I’d begin with my homework, and I have a portuguese test which is just tragic.

Netflix, why are you so mean?

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From the pages of a book

Barry had a small obsession.

He had been reading this book for almost two decades now. Joe had given it to him as a present when he was really young, it was one of those classic story compilation books. He really liked one about a prince named Oliver Queen, yes, when he was a kid hi had also snickered when he read the prince’s last name was Queen, but he had gotten over it. Anyways, this prince had gotten stuck in an island for some time, and while he was there he had learned a couple of useful abilities, as using a bow. After some time this price was rescued and returned to his kingdom only to discover his father had passed away and there had always been a complot running under their feet, so this prince decides to create himself an alter ego, Arrow, and save his kingdom without anyone knowing.

Barry had always liked the story, but he never expected to find the prince, I mean, he had never expected to be struck by a lightning either, but that is a story for another occasion.

Barry arrived home after eight months recovering from the lightning incident, when he returned, he couldn't stop himself, he opened his book, he didn’t expect anyone to pop out of it, much less his prince, but here they were. You could see it in their faces, Barry was more confused than anyone should be allowed to, and Oliver looked plain angry.

“What on Earth took you so long? You read me every goddamned day, and when I have a chance to get my ass out of that repetitive story, you just decide to leave me in there for an eternity more.” Oliver said.

Barry stayed quiet. What else could he do? He wasn’t about to speak about something he couldn't understand, much less to someone he couldn't understand,on a situation that, yes ,you guessed it, he couldn’t understand.

Barry got up from the spot of his bed he had been lying on.

“Where are you going?” Asked the prince on a surprisingly polite way.

“To my computer, see if there has been any cases in which being struck by a lighting has led to hallucinations or insanity.” Barry answered.

“Are you assuming I’m just… That is just a lack of respect, we have been seeing each other every day for twenty years, and you are going to say I’m a product of your imagination?” The prince said. “You remember the magic mirror my mother owns? Well let me tell you, the fact that I am here is less weird than the fact that you woke up after eight months in perfect conditions.”

“So you knew where I had been. Why the hell did you ask?” Barry said.

“Haven’t you read that story? I mean, you have read about me many times, I’d think you’d already know how I work.” The prince said.

Then it struck Barry, he actually had been spending every night with this person for two decades, he wouldn’t admit it, but he slept with the book under his pillow, and when he was feeling particularly sad or scared he had slept hugging the book. Barry couldn't stop himself, he hugged Oliver.

This has to be by far the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done. Barry thought.

He didn’t expect Oliver to hug back, but he did.

“You know,” Oliver began “I’ve always been watching you, at the beginning I hated you, you were a whining kid, always regretting his mother's death, always missing his father, I wanted to put you in my shoes, I thought you were so cruel, making me act out the same story every night, I mean, if it only had been a happy story, but it isn’t, I think you know that.”

They had slowly shifted positions, and they were both lying in Barry’s bed, Barry supposed this should be weirder that it is, but yet again, he had been unknowingly doing this for most of his life, so it didn’t have to be.

“I loved you,” Barry said, unsure of how much impact his words would have “when I was smaller, I’d spend whole days thinking about what it would be like to be you, strong-” Barry paused for a second and laughed.

“What is it?” Oliver asked, “I was expecting a long line of compliments right there.”

“You know I have a step-sister, right?” Barry asked.

“That mirror is actually way more useful than you’d think,” Oliver answered. “She always got you.”

“That’s where I was going, I always wanted to feel how it would be to win in one of our fights, and always thought you would win, no matter what trick Iris pulled on you.”

They spended the night like that, talking, getting to know each other more, although Oliver knew almost everything about Barry, what Barry knew about oliver was strictly regulated by the amount of oversize letters in a couple of pages.

It was near dawn when it happened.

“What is that?” Barry asked.

“What?” Oliver asked back.

There was a smear in Olver’s clothing, it looked like fresh ink after you move your hand over it, it reminded Barry of his high school notebooks.

Oliver looked a bit worried at first, but after a minute he said.

“This had to happen, I need to go back to the book.” Oliver said.

Barry looked a bit worried, and didn’t want to ask what he was about to, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Will you return?” Barry asked, when he didn’t get an answer he looked around and realized Oliver wasn't there anymore. “Well, that was a close one, that would have been embarrassing.” He assured himself.

Then Barry looked at the open book page, that said; You bet I will.

Barry thought about reading the story once before going to sleep, but then decided against it, he got in his pajamas, grabbed the book and went to sleep hugging it.

Days, weeks and years went by like this, speaking to each other every day, each time Oliver could stay longer and longer. After some years Barry decided to live on his own, by this point Oliver didn’t have to return to the book, Oliver had assured he could live in the outside by that point, and that is what Barry was thinking about, of course, it was going to be quite a surprise for Oliver.

He took the book in his hand, he wasn’t going to pack it a risk loosing it in the moving.

As soon as he arrived, a couple hours after the boxes had been left in his flat, he opened the book, and Oliver popped out. Barry told him everything, and Oliver couldn’t look happier.

Barry hated to admit it, maybe because of the weirdness of it all, but maybe, just maybe, he liked Oliver a little, a little too much, and that smile he was giving him was enough to make Barry happy, as cheesy as it sounds.

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I was taken out of my trance by Oliver.

“Seriously, when you start writing there is no stopping you, dinner is ready.” He said.

“It’s part of my job.” I replied. We had already been living in my flat for about a year, and it turned out Oliver, to my great surprise, knew how to cook.

“Come on Barry, it will get cold,” He said. “What are you writing this time?” He asked.

“I told you I would write our story, I’m still on that, making a basic frame for it, giving it a skeleton before starting to write it in it’s full splendor.” I answered.

We had dinner together in our small dining room.

“Would you mind if I read it?” He asked. No. No, he couldn’t read it, or at least not until I deleted that whole Barry hated to admit it, maybe because of the weirdness of it all, but maybe, just maybe, he liked Oliver a little, a little too much, and that smile he was giving him was enough to make Barry happy, as cheesy as it sounds.  That was a piece of information he couldn’t afford Oliver to have, not quite yet.

“I won’t let you read it.” Barry answered. We stayed silent until we finished our dinner, and silently agreed to move to the couch. After the amount of time we had slept together throughout my life physical contact came easy to us.

“Why won't you let me?” He asked.

“Because it’s not ready yet.” I replied.

“Will you let me read it when it is?” He asked.

“Maybe.” I said, maybe by that point I will have already opened my mouth and poured my heart, who knows? I couldn't stop myself, and I gave Oliver a small peck in the cheek. I din’t expect him to turn around after that and kiss me full on the lips, but I just smiled, and curled onto him.

“Maybe I’ll let you read it a bit earlier.” I said.

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#Olivarryweek2016

Ok, so I was thinking about participating in this, although I’ve never written fanfics (I’ve wanted to for a while) so lets see how it turns out

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I finished it!!

Still haven’t done anything of my homework, but ok, I’ll get to it

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Procrastinate, me?

Here I am, at night, with two essays, a video to record and enough homework to fill my hole planner and yet I decide to create a Tumblr blog and make a Hamilton notebook. 

“How do you write like you're running out of time?”