this is not a diary, this is a cup! V.2

[Reflectives]

(I guessed
Keema: throws self off cliff)

[Jealousy Empress]

L__ catches him... "hello, senpai...")

[Reflectives]

Keema: shoots L__ as many times as possible "NO ______ YANDERE REFERENCES!!!"

[Jealousy Empress]

(L________ slaps L__. "MY SENPAI, BAKA!")

[Reflectives]

(Keema "so, this is why Ishus was gay... hmmmm I see where he was coming from now..."
Lol should we get back to the RP... and I'm guessing you have some kind of secret plot?)

[Jealousy Empress]

Laurentia smiled. She saw keema, and watched him arrive at his locker. When he had gone, she gently slipped the piece of pink card into the locker. It held a message.
meet me at 6pm tonight, keema, under the sakura tree behind the school. ~laurentia.

The swirling writing filled the page, as she waited till the end of the day for keema to return to his locker.

[Reflectives]

Keema sighed, it was finally the end of the day and he slowly limped back to his locker. Keema opened his locker and looked around, taking out a few things and hiding them in his pockets. He spotted the note at the back and picked it up and glanced at it before padding back to his room.

Keema flopped down on his bed and looked at the note "Six PM huh? Thats only half and hour away... wow the day went quickly." He mumbled to himself.

[Jealousy Empress]

Laurentia waited by the tree, her hair flowing behind her, the red white and blue Clawcaster uniform on. A neat, pink flower was in her hair and the petals from the tree fell around her. She was out of sight from where keema was.

[Reflectives]

Keema climbed out of his window (Because doors are that over rated) and swiftly climbed down to the ground. He looked up at the slowly setting sun, the yellows, reds, and purples reflecting off his greeny grey eyes. The striped wolf padded over to where the sakura tree was.

[Jealousy Empress]

When keema was directly under the sakura, laurentia stepped out. Cautiously, she looked up at him, her green hair flowing. She held out her hands, in them a small envelope with a little heart on. A love confession. She looked into his eyes, not saying anything.