Teen high school rp (accepting)

[Deadbeat.bones]

(u never replyed back)

[Comandante Juliette~]

{I'll do all the dolling-up on my following posts later, I've made it to the time of night where I've stopped giving a d*mn XD }

MASON

Mason ran a hand through his hair again. It was becoming a nervous habit to do so. "Um, okay." The young man scanned his memory. It was a little fuzzy and warm from being in Tiffany's company. "Truck!" He snapped his fingers. "Let's go check my truck."

[supernatural-rocks]

" hi i am blau, i was wondering iif i could get some help"

Luke

"help on what?"

Tiffany

"I hope it's there"

[Deadbeat.bones]

"getting around town i am new here i just moved from Germany" i smiled shyly

[Comandante Juliette~]

{Blue, it'll kill me: what does your signature say? :3 }

MASON

Mason nodded, grabbing Tiffany's hand. He blushed at the realization of the action, but said nothing. He started off toward the entrance where his truck was parked.

[supernatural-rocks]

(lol, I can't read it either i only know English)

Luke

"well where would you like to go"

Tiffany

I held his hand

[Deadbeat.bones]

(it says "The window opens inside here is not more' it is full of thee - and empty and before me, the last candle from i have been 'ne eternity as far as it is now finally out there go'n the black clouds on"))

"can you show me where the school is i have to be there tomorroow"

[supernatural-rocks]

Luke

"yes right this way" he walked to the shcool

[Deadbeat.bones]

i nodded and followed him (in english it says "im starin at a broken door hteres nothing left here anymore my room is cold its making me insane ive been waiting here so long but now the moments seems to come i see the dark clouds comeing up again"))

[Comandante Juliette~]

{I thoroughly know English and I'm working on French :3 }

MASON

Upon reaching the old Ford, Mason released Tiffany's soft, warm hand from his large, calloused one to unlock the door. He opened the back door behind the driver's side, hanging the formalwear on the roof grip. He pulled his long-sleeed shirt over his head, folding it an putting it in his truck. His exposed torso was tanned and scarred, showing off muscle from competing with his slightly older brother Zac. Pulling on a short-sleeved Hollister shirt, he asked, "Is it there?"

{And wow :3 That's pretty wicked.}