My life is boring as hell.
Ok, not that boring, but definitely more so than a good chunk of the population. This is because every job I’ve had has been as low effort as possible. I was a graveyard keeper (creepy, but dull), a security guard (I just slept through it, which is why I was fired), and my newest job, firewatch. I’m not looking forward to it, and I made sure to let all my family and friends know this. My job is to watch for fires in this huge nature reserve in Pennsylvania called Briarwood. From what I know forest fires almost never happen there, so I have high hopes that this Summer will be a breeze. But the boredom factor is still there, and I am dreading it.
But anyway, that’s just some backstory for you all. By the way, my name is Aaron Richardson and I am a human. I have blonde hair and brown eyes, and I am 24 years old. I know none of you care that much though, you just want to get to the romance part right? Hehe.
Note from the (shitty) Author: This story will include the followin' - Smooches, fondling, descriptive arousal, more smooches, descriptive violence, bad writing, and a flimsy excuse for a plot. Oh yeah, and transformation magic, baby! It is a werewolf story after all.
Ok who the fuck am I kidding, no one is clicking on this for the "supernatural" tag. They clicking for the "boyxboy" tag. Look, I wrote this for the same reason you read shit like this. "Were" in this together, haha see what I di- *gunshot*
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