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I'm Online .u. I would've posted earlier but I drew somethin. -Prods siggy-.
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:: Claire Morgon :: Stomping Poisies ::
Claire turned from Danny, fake tears still running down her face. "Fine," She said very faintly. She turned her hair. "I'm sorry Danny," She lied, and continued on up the drive way with arms crossed. Why hadn't it worked? She felt stupid now, but felt regret for leaving Danny now, but she barely felt it as she continued to walk. Would he stop her from walking? By now she didn't care anymore, but a small part of her wanted his to grab her shoulder, and look her in the eyes.
☈Sean Foreman :: 3Oh!3 :: ☒ ☒
Nat glanced back at the group of people who were about to perform, a band, not a band that looked very familiar. Soon Nat got an idea, and he locked his eyes on Layla. "Layla, you should go up there and sing, I think they're letting anyone by now," Nat smiled warmly. Soon Sean's head bobbed as Nat suggested his Idea. "Yeah Layla you should," A warm smile appeared on Sean's face. Sean wanted Layla to proove how good of a singer she was, but it seemed Nat wanted her to even more.