You are a very determined individual. You’ve never seen eye to eye in giving up on someone you love. Especially… him. He is the sweetest thing to walk this earth. He’s also one of your best friends, thanks to your restless attempts to get him closer. You love him. You need him closer. Closer.
You= Your character
Him= My character
Rules-
*I have the right to say no
*LQBT is appreciated and preffered. No asexuals. I want a TRUE addiction, protection and obsessed RP.
*Grammar. Have it.
Umm, I know I'm in too many with you, love. But may I?
(You're a really good roleplayer)
That’s not against my rules, lovely, yea you may!
(You're a really good roleplayer)
(Daw stop waves hand and blushes)
Thanks love! I have the perfect Character for this!
(You're a really good roleplayer)
(Daw stop waves hand and blushes)
(Majesty, I must insist~ bows
Thanks love! I have the perfect Character for this!
Oooh I’ve been craving an obsessive/protective relationshhiiiippppp
Yyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaasssss
Got it. Do you mind starting love? And are they in a relationship already, or no?
They’re only friends right now. And no I don’t mind. How do you wanna start? Gay relationship or straight?
Hmm, do you want gay or straight? I'm better at male characters, to keep in mind.
Let’s just do another gay.
Sounds good!//
Michael takes a deep breath as he waited for the other to show. He was ready for a good day, after all it hadn't been good at home. He taps his lip, sighing quietly.
Learie (it’ll be explained later) appeared around the corner, looking this way and that. His black hair shimmered in the cafeteria lights and shone over his smooth caramel skin. He spotted Micheal and trotted over, beaming a bright smile.
“Hey Micheal!”
Michael looks up and beams. "Learie!" He stands to greet his friend and his childhood crush. "How are you? Sleep well?" He asks happily. He gazed over the other with glimmering blue eyes, his brown hair tousled all over his head.
(Don't you just love to get locked out of notebook for an hour?)
Learie ran his hands through his hair and glanced around. “I suppose I did. Are you doing alright, Micheal?” He smiled and pulled his arms down, revealing the smoothly slicked back do.
He nods and smiles. "Yep." He was good at lying, it was his best talent. He takes a deep breath, smiling. It was a nightmare at home, his father an abuser, his mother a drunkard. He never told anyone about his home life. Not even Learie.
Learie nodded and hitched his bag higher on his shoulders. “Right.” The bruises he saw that one day must’ve been his imagination acting up again.
“Shall we get some breakfast?”
"Sounds wonderful!" He claps his hands together and beams at the other with bright eyes. He nibbles on his lip ring, a habit of his when he was thinking.
Laerie nodded and started to trot to the food area of the cafeteria. “Okay. I can get us both something. My mum just put in some money”
