Liz nodded
Tristan stood up then whispers to Kat "yes you are" he smiled then watched Liz
Ms. Love Letters wrote:(That's fine, I've only just started using it anyway o3o )
.: Olivia-Mae :.
Olivia-Mae listened to his accent, unable to make out what it was-probably because she'd never heard it before. "For a big bear, he's one big softie." She complimented, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the dog, he was wonderful- probably so friendly because his trainer and owner, Greg, trained him that way. Olivia-Mae could actually imagine these two, partners in crime, inseparable... It made her yearn for a dog of her own, but she decided she'd leave that until her birthday where she'd ask Ryan to buy her one. She knew he would.
"How old is he?" The question what she really wanted to ask is 'How old are you?' but that would just be slightly weird, a girl just blurting out rather bluntly, not to mention bold, a question- asking how old he was, so she decided she'd get to know him first. It would be nice to get to know some people around here anyway, just like Ryan had said. He was probably just finishing off sorting out the clothes- Ryan had known Olivia-Mae enough to know she liked her clothes to be colour-coded in her wardrobe, red clothes, then orange, ect, and at the end, black and white.
Thinking about it, she dived deep into her denim-shorts pockets, scrounging around in the cluttered mess of material until she found her white iPhone. Unlocking the screen, she checked for any text messages- one of which was from Ryan. 'Just finished sorting out your clothes, I'm going to go out and meet some people, i'll try to avoid yousee you later at night when you go sleep? Ryan xxx' Smiling to herself, she text him back; 'Sure, sure, if I don't get hauled of to another boys room, and try not to scare the girls away Rye! Liv xx'
.: Ryan :.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ryan shook his head- he hadn't expected this to have been so tiring. Next time, he'd make Olivia-Mae do it herself, or he'd just get Olivia-Mae to repay him back. When the last shoes were in line, pair next to pair, he leant back, looking inside her wardrobe. Wow, he'd actually done a pretty good job- it was all neat and tidy and colour-coded. "Wow.... it's so organized. I can see why she has it like this," Ryan spoke to himself, murmuring down the phone.
Spraying some Lynx deodrant, he got rid of the stench of sweat, before grabbing his black leather jacket, ready to go stalk some girls, stalk the prey then go in for the kill. Of course, he wouldn't literally stalk her, he'd get to know her then.... see how it went from them. Tying loose laces into his high-tops, he pulled his skinny jeans over the top of his shoes, surging out of the door, slamming it shut.
Rushing down the corridors, out of the back door, he leant back against a pole, before breathing slowly, calming himself down. Hands in his pockets, he relaxed back against a tree, his black hair with purple streaks casting a dark mysterious shadow across his face. Waiting for a girl to come, he flexed his muscles, inspecting his abs and chest as the shirt tightened around his body. Chuckling to himself, he shuffled slightly, putting himself in a more comfortable position against the tree.
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