forum School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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1.) Zac has a girlfriend already Unfortunately, he's really cute, Darren has not been replaced.
2.) I did!

1.) stop harassing me
2.) :o you’re the only one.

(Noooooooo_{ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}

That was cool.

“Hey, do you wanna come over? I’m at my place,”

"Where's that?" she asked, standing up from the couch.

Cooper gave her his address willingly. “It’s an apartment building, I live on the second floor,”

"I'll be there soon," Fleur promised. She thanked Neil again, put on her thin coat, and left, keeping Cooper on the phone all the while. "I'm going to need directions as best you can until I'm close," she said, immediately shivering when she stepped out into the cold.

Now I’m curious and confused.

“Right! From Dads house it’s left out the driveway and then the first right into town,”

1.) Zac has a girlfriend already Unfortunately, he's really cute, Darren has not been replaced.
2.) I did!

1.) stop harassing me
2.) :o you’re the only one.

1.) It's not harrassment if it's true
2.) Shocker

1.) Zac has a girlfriend already Unfortunately, he's really cute, Darren has not been replaced.
2.) I did!

1.) stop harassing me
2.) :o you’re the only one.

1.) It's not harrassment if it's true
2.) Shocker

STAHP
Mildly true.

(ALSO I MISSED YOU TOO!)

Me or Jacks?

MAKE ME
Soz mate

Mom: why do you have vinyl
Me: …for my record player
Mom: you don’t have a record player
Me: bitch where have you been? Yes I fucking do it’s in my room and has been for awhile.

MAKE ME
Soz mate

Did you just……. call me mate?

(Camie cried in a corner with red bumps on her arms because she hates herself and gets really mad sometimes and yeah…)

(What? What happened?)

(…)

(I’ve read it at least 5 times and I still don’t get it. What did you do?)

(I… may or may not… havescratchedthecrapoutofmyleftforearmyesterdaynightbecauseIwastriggeredatmyselfandnowitsredandhasbumpsandIdon'twanttotellmyparents)

Um…yes?

“Hey, do you wanna come over? I’m at my place,”

"Where's that?" she asked, standing up from the couch.

Cooper gave her his address willingly. “It’s an apartment building, I live on the second floor,”

"I'll be there soon," Fleur promised. She thanked Neil again, put on her thin coat, and left, keeping Cooper on the phone all the while. "I'm going to need directions as best you can until I'm close," she said, immediately shivering when she stepped out into the cold.

Now I’m curious and confused.

“Right! From Dads house it’s left out the driveway and then the first right into town,”

(About what?)

"O-Okay," Fleur replied, her teeth beginning to chatter as she turned as instructed.

(Camie cried in a corner with red bumps on her arms because she hates herself and gets really mad sometimes and yeah…)

(What? What happened?)

(…)

(I’ve read it at least 5 times and I still don’t get it. What did you do?)

(I… may or may not… have scratched the crap out of my left forearm yesterday night because I was triggered at myself and now its red and has bumps and I don't want to tell my parents)

(It was a lot of work to read that and make it English. But yeah. I’m sorry)

It was almost a dance, a very fast, very sloppy dance.

It’s fine, he preferred it this way. It was up to her how far she wanted to take this.

Lillian was willing to go however far Darren was. It had been a long time since they had last done something like this.

(Camie cried in a corner with red bumps on her arms because she hates herself and gets really mad sometimes and yeah…)

(What? What happened?)

(…)

(I’ve read it at least 5 times and I still don’t get it. What did you do?)

(I… may or may not… have scratched the crap out of my left forearm yesterday night because I was triggered at myself and now its red and has bumps and I don't want to tell my parents)

(It was a lot of work to read that and make it English. But yeah. I’m sorry)

(Not your fault. It's mine.)