Chad Warwick
Ghost
@ChadWarwick_
The house was beautiful, I thought I could flip this old Victorian mess and make some money off of it, as well as keep my horrible relationship with ‘boy wonder’ alive. I knew in the back of my head that both were a feat of almost impossibility, but I was determined. I was determined to use both to the other’s advantage. Spend more time with Patrick, while fixing up the house… It seemed like it would work, but the more I tried the more he stepped away, and the more people he seemed to step with. And while he was off two-stepping with strangers online, to which I had almost hoped he’d pick up one of those nasty diseases, I continued my work on the house. Maybe the debt and the stresses were pushing him away. Maybe if we sold this house, it would finally get us where we needed to be… for a family. And as I smile at that with some sort of hope, I still knew it would take a lot of work.
Halloween was going to be our best fundraiser yet, everything was perfect, although Patrick decided to skimp on a few of the details, I looked passed it. I did my part and it was going to be fantastic. And I knew once Patrick brought home those damn apples that they were bad news. He couldn’t get one trip to the market right, but I tried to digress, and fix them up to meet at least some form of expectation. Of course, that was to no avail, and the little blonde haired shit decided to take a few matters into his hands and here I am. Here I am to spend eternity with the boyfriend, who doesn’t love me, and I get to wake up and see that psychopath walk the halls with all his charismatic glory, picking up girls like he was in 90210. Should be a good old time.
Halloween was going to be our best fundraiser yet, everything was perfect, although Patrick decided to skimp on a few of the details, I looked passed it. I did my part and it was going to be fantastic. And I knew once Patrick brought home those damn apples that they were bad news. He couldn’t get one trip to the market right, but I tried to digress, and fix them up to meet at least some form of expectation. Of course, that was to no avail, and the little blonde haired shit decided to take a few matters into his hands and here I am. Here I am to spend eternity with the boyfriend, who doesn’t love me, and I get to wake up and see that psychopath walk the halls with all his charismatic glory, picking up girls like he was in 90210. Should be a good old time.