~Ideas~

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I have two story . . . ideas, I suppose you could call them. They're like Challenges but . . . not. I think I'm confusing you. Sometimes I let my mind wander and when it comes back it has this idea for a story but the sad thing is, it's the middle of the story and I can't seem to find a begining or end for it. So that's what this is. Two story ideas that you can work around or change to your needs.

For some reason, they come out ambiguous though.

I couldn't sleep. I was so restless.
Kicking off the covers I got up from the bed and started to make my way towards the door. Looking back I smiled at the wonderful angel God had left for me tangled in the sheets. Lying there with the moon shining on his beautiful face, I felt a sick feeling crawl into my stomach. I turned away quickly and stumbled out into the hall. Moving to get my jacket I flung the front door open and snaped it shut behind me.
And there I stood. In the deep November night with nothing on, really, but my pajamas and jacket; mt bare feet sticking, slightly, to the cold conctrete. I let out a deep sigh of discontent and watched my breath roll away into the darkness. I felt my throat grow sore and constrict and my eyes started to sting.
Why? I can't cry here. Outside? Why am I outside? I should be the happiest man in the world, lying in bed with the best thing to ever come to me.

I had always thought about him. Always wanted to touch him. Always wanted to be near him. I suppose I've always loved him. The way he smiles so shyly, and the blush that spreads across his cute, round face. How he takes the jokes about his baldness so well and just laughs it off and never thinks twice about it.
Maybe that's why everyone loves him. Really. I know I'm not the only one who finds him attractive. He can make anyone laugh, no matter what mood they're in. He does it to me all the time. I love it.

Have fun with these!