jkcafe

    You hate moving. You always have. You’ll admit that this time around it was necessary—you needed to get out of the city. Community college had been a nightmare; that clown-fucking rumor had spread like wildfire. Now it was up to you to make a new name for yourself as well as do a better job of keeping your shitty clown kink a secret. Perhaps you could manage that much.    The sun was already setting as you sat on your new couch for the first time. Technically, it was your aunt’s couch, as you would be crashing at her place until you could acquire a steady job and eventually a place of your own. However, she was a full-