(My voice is practically gone, I wanna get this makeup off as soon as possible, and I so tired it's physically painful. Welcome to the After Camp Effects.)
(Feel you. Sorry. Joins hug cautiously because I know how you feel about sudden human contact)
(Accepts hugs I has left my crew of theater nerds behind and I don't wanna! Also, I'm just going to say this, my friend Max is a year younger than me but he SOUNDS like he's fucking 17. NOT EVEN KIDDING LIKE WHAT HAPPENED.)
Lillian laughed again, "That tickles."
“Oh no. That’s no good,” he said with mock sympathy.
(cough puberty)
(Yeah, that's it. He sounds like a serial killer though. Like goddamn I didn't think it was possible for a guy's voice to get that deep before like 15.)
Lillian hit him gently, "Oh shut up."
(Okay, Imma go get a shower and then go to bed because I am so damn tired. I'll see y'all in the morning. Night!)
(Lol. Welcome to life)
Darre chuckled causing his breath to hit against her neck again.
(Okay, Imma go get a shower and then go to bed because I am so damn tired. I'll see y'all in the morning. Night!)
(Night! See you tomorrow)
(Night Jacks!)
Lillian laughed louder, "Stooooooop."
“Does that bother you… do you need me to kiss it better?”
Lillian laughed even louder, "Noooooo. You'll make it worse."
Darren laughed harder, “Thatwas the plan,”
Lillian laughed with a slight moan, "Whyyyyy?"
Darren put his guitar down next to him. “Because it drives me absolutely crazy when you do that,” he smiled and kissed her neck again.
Lillian was laughing though it was starting to sound more and more like moans.
Darren smiled and let his teeth drag across her skin lightly.
The laughing had ceased and a soft moan fell out of her lips.
Darren chuckled as a chill ran through his body, “There you go,”
Lillian sighed as she said, "Fuck you."
He smiled slyly as he picked his guitar back into his hands. “Willingly,”
Lillian blushed at his response and muttered again, "Still. Fuck you."
“Still. Willingly,” he smiled at her.
Lillian was stumbling over her words, "I, you. God damn. Fuck it."
Darren looked up at her, mischief filled the green in his eyes.
Lillian slowly scooted away from him, "No. Whatever you are, doing."
Darren scooted closer, “I haven’t the faintest idea what you could be talking about,”
(Hello)
(Hello)
(What's up my dude?)