@Elder-God-Jacks347
(Btw, this is Ryder.)
(Btw, this is Ryder.)
Ryan’s brows furrowed as he attempted to look over her shoulder. It didn’t seem like no one important.
(Well that’s adorable)
(Can’t wait to destroy him)
(I'm back!)
'Can I call to hear my angel's voice again?'
'Oh no. No no no no no I'm not falling for that trick again.'
'What trick? I just want to hear from you again.'
'Nope. Not happening.'
'Why not? Do I turn you on that much?'
She dropped her head onto her phone screen. "This bitch." She mumbled her face flushing red.
(Yay)
(Hey Shade)
(Hi!)
Ryan felt himself getting angry, why? “You didn’t answer my question,”
(Heyo! I has brought Ryder into this world as my glorious son.)
(…)
(Hi Camie!)
"I told you, it's no one." Her voice was slightly muffled but she pulled her head up, her face back to a normal color.
'Shut up! You already know the answer to that.'
'Oh ho ho, so I do! Glad to know my charms still work.'
'That's not true.'
'Then why won't you let me call?'
'Because reasons.'
'Oh? Reasons like?'
(Hi. I have zero clue what is happening rn.)
(Neither do I! I'm just kind of going with it.)
(Just show up somewhere. We'll work you in.)
“No you didn’t. I asked you who you were talking to and you said No one important. I didn’t ask if they were important I asked who they were,”
"Ryder! There. Question answered." She smiled sweetly.
'Reasons like there's someone sitting literally right next to me.'
'Then I suggest you get somewhere private. I wanna talk to my angel and only my angel.'
'Why you little…'
'Ah ah ah princess. Just listen to me baby. I know what to do.'
(Back)
(Hi!)
Ryan growled under his breath, "And who is Ryder,"
(Heyo.)
(hey)
"One of my friends from my old town. Why do you ask?"
'Can't right now. Kinda busy.'
'Aw, has little old me caught some attention?'
'Some? More like all. And trust me, this person is not happy about it.'
'Is someone jealous of me?'
'Not sure. I think so.'
Ginger couldn't help it. She was the one who ran to the car as the tall, official looking man got out. She was the one who heard the news first. "You're sister's plane crashed. Your sister did not survive." She was the one who sank to her knees and wailed until her mother charged out of the house to console her. No…
(Oh shit.)
Darren sat down at the table, "Lumpia." he smiled at the array of Asian cuisine at the table.
(Oh….)
(Am I the only one that doesn't feel anything? Like 'Oh. Cool. Whatever.')
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