@ShadeStar
Lillian looked him in the eyes and begged, "Please. I don't want you too. I-I-"
Lillian looked him in the eyes and begged, "Please. I don't want you too. I-I-"
"Stop it, stop it, I can't…" She shuddered in delight. "It's too much."
Lillian looked him in the eyes and begged, "Please. I don't want you too. I-I-"
One wrong hit to the head and that would be it for him, no more Darren. But he believed he'd be okay. "Why not? You would think after constant intense chemo and two surgeries, the cancer would be gone. I should be safe at least to get some muscle mass back,"
"Stop it, stop it, I can't…" She shuddered in delight. "It's too much."
Ryan laughed, "So are you going by Belle Lerman then?"
"Yep! I'm more traditional than I seem." She giggled.
Lillian wanted to yell and scream at him because of stupid he was being. His bone's were still to fragile to do anything involve muscle mass. Besides he was still fit enough for most guys to be jealous. She said nothing instead.
"Yep! I'm more traditional than I seem." She giggled.
"Well for awhile I went by my mom's maiden name, Ryan Russo, so I was just wondering."
Lillian wanted to yell and scream at him because of stupid he was being. His bone's were still to fragile to do anything involve muscle mass. Besides he was still fit enough for most guys to be jealous. She said nothing instead.
"Look I know what you're thinking but your brother said small weights and stuff would be fine as long as I don't push it too much… and don't hold in your opinions, you know I'm dumb, I need to be scolded sometimes mom,"
"Nah, I like using yours. It seems more, well, real. More like I belong to someone."
"Good because your an absolute idiot! One bad hit in football and you could be gone. You fell today and had to get stitches! Stitches! That isn't normal Darren! Besides I know you, and you won't stay with small weights. You'll go for the larger ones immediately!"
"Nah, I like using yours. It seems more, well, real. More like I belong to someone."
Ryan smiled, "Awesome sauce, that is what it shall be Mrs. Lerman,"
"Hey hey hey, we aren't married yet. Cool your jets." She laughed,
"Good because your an absolute idiot! One bad hit in football and you could be gone. You fell today and had to get stitches! Stitches! That isn't normal Darren! Besides I know you, and you won't stay with small weights. You'll go for the larger ones immediately!"
Darren laughed, "See I need that more often… I know I had to get stitches but I can't put down my entire football career because of this, I won't let this ruin my chances. And by the way, I could totally stay with the smaller weights…" for awhile…
"Hey hey hey, we aren't married yet. Cool your jets." She laughed,
"Um, hey, hey, hey, I like the way it sounds and sometimes I need a reminded that I actually got someone to marry my dumb ass,"
"No you couldn't. You would last a day before going to heavier weights. And a day isn't enough!"
"No you couldn't. You would last a day before going to heavier weights. And a day isn't enough!"
"Be my supervisor… Or I'll just make Bal do my workouts because his bones don't break so easily…" The cancer made Balthazar just as weak but it was worth a shot.
"Yes, because luck was on your side when I randomly decided to knock on Darren's door whilst running for my life. You're welcome, by the way."
"I'll supervise you, but you won't be using Bal for your gains."
"Yes, because luck was on your side when I randomly decided to knock on Darren's door whilst running for my life. You're welcome, by the way."
"Luck was 'on my side' when you chose a random house and in the middle of a crisis decided you wanted to bang the nice guitar guy," Ryan laughed, "He wasn't so opposed to it…"
"I'll supervise you, but you won't be using Bal for your gains."
"Okay thanks… You make it sound like I'm making Bal my slave,"
Belle looks up and smiles. She throws her arms around Darren and gives him a quick hug. "Thank you so much." She runs up the stairs.
(hey remember that one time Belle hugged Darren? Yesh… yesh yesh… those were the days)
(Oh god just reading it makes me want to throw up. I wrote it like a script rather than like a story. Ugh, it hurts to look at.)
"Yes and that nice guitar guy decided he liked the random girl and chose to keep her around until he proposed."
"Because it's Darren who wants the muscle mass. And then Darren wants Bal to do the work for said muscle mass."
(Oh god just reading it makes me want to throw up. I wrote it like a script rather than like a story. Ugh, it hurts to look at.)
"Yes and that nice guitar guy decided he liked the random girl and chose to keep her around until he proposed."
(Hahahaaa Torture! PERFECT! It wasn't that bad, you were just figuring out how RP worked… Remember when you used to control other peoples characters too? Heehee.)
"He loves that random girl so much, she's kind of his super hero,"
"Because it's Darren who wants the muscle mass. And then Darren wants Bal to do the work for said muscle mass."
"He's chill, I'm sure he'd do it but if you're my supervisor then I don't need him to,"
"Okay, good. Also didn't you say something about sleep?"
(Don't remind me. I'd never RPed in my life I just went for the longest thread I could find on here that was still open. And thus the madness began.)
"She loves her nice guitar guy so much it's starting to scare her friends. She's never fallen this hard for anyone. He's kind of her savior."
"Okay, good. Also didn't you say something about sleep?"
"Yes but I feel less like shit now… This is why I don't eat, eating does bad things for me,"
"Eating is good for you. Okay, but still how long are we just going to be in a tub for?"
(Don't remind me. I'd never RPed in my life I just went for the longest thread I could find on here that was still open. And thus the madness began.)
"She loves her nice guitar guy so much it's starting to scare her friends. She's never fallen this hard for anyone. He's kind of her savior."
(Yes! We are the longest and I'm so proud)
"I saved you? No no, Darren saved you, I was the extra,"
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