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    Heather San Jose


    Heather knew he was thinking about the kiss; she also knew that she was thinking about it as well, and probably would never stop. It was her first kiss, a great one, with a boy she liked though she didn't know him too well. She couldn't wait for their next one. With a smile, she nodded and looked up at him, carefully avoiding his lips and eyes. She focused on his hair instead, but that too was perfect. She quickly looked back down at the ground. "Yeah, it was," she mumbled, twirling a strand of chocolate hair around her finger.

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC: Low muse DX


    IC: "Bye." Brandon dismissed, glancing at her before heading out the door.


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    [size=6pt]Marshall Scott is only used for the Roleplay "We Are Not Alone"[/size][/fancypost]


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    Heather San Jose


    The second the door shut, Heather groaned, leaned against the door, and fell to the ground. How awkward could she get? Talk to him more tomorrow, Heather, she thought firmly, shading her face in her hands. And make the kissing less awkward, if you end up doing so again. You don't want to freak him out. Heather stood up, brushed off the butt of her jeans, and started making her way back to the living room. Dinnertime.


    A homemade pizza sat on the glass coffee table in front of the television as Heather took a seat on the couch. She tried to convince herself she hadn't been so awkward, that she was doing fine, but she was too smart to know that. She took a bite of her pizza and curled up under a maroon blanket. Oh well, watching her favourite TV show might help her cheer up.


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    it's all right. c: i have low muse too.

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC:


    IC: Brandon sighed, making his way home. He walked through the park, eyes fixed on the ground.


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    [size=6pt]Marshall Scott is only used for the Roleplay "We Are Not Alone"[/size][/fancypost]


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    Heather San Jose


    Heather ate her pizza and watched the television, the only light in the room coming from it. Shadows danced across the walls as the scenes shifted and changed. Though she was watching the TV, her mind was mainly on the day, and the kiss. What happened wouldn't happen again, except for the drama club. She kept telling herself that. That nothing would ever happen and that they would just be friends. But that didn't stop her from wanting more kisses. She sighed and buried her face in her hands.

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC:


    IC: Brandon whistled as he walked home, his mind mainly floating around the fun that they had together. Besides the kiss, which was awesome, they were goofy with the wigs and had fun rehearsing, right? Heather was a great partner, and he wouldn't switch her for any other.


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    [size=6pt]Marshall Scott is only used for the Roleplay "We Are Not Alone"[/size][/fancypost]


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    Heather San Jose


    Heather lay down on the couch a few minutes later, flipping off the television. One of the good things that came from that day was that Heather found out how she could be a little more social - being with someone who was social. If she hung around with Brandon a lot, she would be chatty in no time. But that sounded sort of like she was using him, so she put that thought to the back of her mind.

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC: Sorry for the late reply!


    IC: Brandon got home soon enough after the very long walk, opening his door with the spare key that he had hidden in the bushes by the entrance. He flopped onto the couch and a tired sigh, lolling his head back in exhaustion.


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    [size=6pt]Marshall Scott is only used for the Roleplay "We Are Not Alone"[/size][/fancypost]


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    Heather San Jose


    Heather closed her eyes, curling into a tight ball. She didn't want to go to school the next day, for she knew what would happen - Parker. He wasn't there the first day of their drama class but he would be there the next day. His father never let him stay home more than one day. Heather whimpered. She would make sure to bring some bandages or something. She wouldn't be safe without them.


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    'tis fine, m'dear.

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC:


    IC: Brandon then shuffled from his backpack, and found a folded up lined paper inside his zipped pocket. Arching an eyebrow in suspicion, he looked around before unfolding the paper and reading it thoroughly--


    Hi Brandon! ♥
    You may not normally see me, I'm in another class with my friends. But I hope you remember me from 8th grade!
    I was wondering if you'd want to hang out during lunch tomorrow? If you got this note...
    Well, of course you got this note! Silly me! :)
    You're sooo funny! I'm upset that we don't hang out anymore like we did in middle school.
    Tell me some more jokes, okay hun?


    Love~
    Kaylee Brooks
    XOXOXOXOX


    Brandon gulped and put the note down. Should he go? Should he not? They were good friends since 8th grade, yes, but he never saw Kaylee anymore.


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    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    Heather San Jose


    Heather moaned. She could hide in the bathroom, she had done it once before, but she would have to miss classes and she wasn't going to let that happen anymore. She could pretend to be sick, but then she would have to visit him the next day, and putting it off would only make it worse. She could also just finally tell someone - no, she shook her head. That wouldn't happen. She could also hang onto Brandon all day, but no, she wold seem clingy. She groaned and looked over to the television, flipping onto her other side. She would have to think of something later.


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    oh dang, there's another ladyyy~!

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC: >:D


    IC: Brandon then started to head upstairs, thoughts flooding his mind. Kaylee liked him over all these years?! Yeah, he liked Kaylee, in the 5th grade! When he was still a shy little outcast....
    Brandon then flopped into his bed, the light off. He was beginning to crush on Heather now.....
    maybe he should go. Besides, what could happen? He's the funny guy; trying to make people happy, not sad...


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    Heather San Jose


    No, thinking of something later simply wouldn't do. She needed to think of something, now, and she needed to think of it fast. Parker wouldn't wait to let her think of a plan to get away from him. She could tell someone. That was the only idea that floated around in the back of her mind. She could tell Brandon, if not her parents. Maybe he would stand up for her . . .


    She knew that he would be busy with other girls and his own friends and he wouldn't have time to protect her. She that their friendship would end once one of them graduated or moved away from the club. This hurt, but it was the truth. Heather let out a soft sigh and bit down on another piece of pizza. She would just have to suck it up and cover up her wounds with her sleeves.


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    *eye twitches* i don't know whats going to happen . . . *twitches again*

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC: We shall lie in wait..... ;)


    IC: Brandon sighed and draped the covers over him. He should go; after all, he hasn't talked to Kaylee in a couple of years. How bad could it be? And if she tried anything, he'd say that he had something to do.
    Lame excuse, but he couldn't just push Heather aside!


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    [size=6pt]Marshall Scott is only used for the Roleplay "We Are Not Alone"[/size][/fancypost]


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    Heather San Jose


    Speaking of sleeves, Heather fumbled with them while she lay on the couch, thoughts of Brandon filling her mind. She could still feel the tingle where his lips had been earlier, how they felt when they were pressed against her's. She let go of her sleeves and buried her face in a pillow. She was, of course, blushing, her cheeks rosy red. She couldn't wait for another one.

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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC:


    IC: Brandon sighed and fell asleep, his gut still having a pit from his earlier thoughts.


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    I'm just going to timeskip to the morning . . . c:


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    Heather San Jose


    Heather woke up to the sound of rain splattering against the heavy window. This was odd - the forecast had called for a mixture of sun and clouds - but she ignored it. She heaved herself off of the couch and looked down at her clothes. She hadn't fallen asleep in her room, it had seemed. She had fallen fast asleep on the couch without changing into pyjamas.


    Tired, Heather got up and shuffled towards the door. Her father would be up and gone already, the servants would have made him breakfast at four and he would have gulped it down at five. The only other person they would had to make food for was Heather, and she didn't eat much anyway. Walking drearily up the stairs, she looked outside the large window. Sure enough, gray clouds hung in the sky and rain bounced off the glass. She sighed. She would need a sweater with a hood.


    After brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and putting on another coat of make-up, Heather pushed open the door to her bedroom. She had several different-coloured sweaters to choose from, from magenta to sky blue to evergreen to orange to pink. Even though she had all those colours to pick from, she chose a navy blue sweatershirt, a golden chain with a golden heart dangling from the end, and slipped a navy blue beanie onto her hair. Good enough; maybe she would even fit in, for once. She grabbed a pair of navy blue flats, slipped them on, and gave herself one last glance in the mirror - good enough.


    Heather trudged down the spiral staircase when she had finished getting ready. Of course, she fingered the chain - she might not even have it at the end of the day, if Parker had stolen it or whatever. The thought brought tears to her eyes as she reached the bottom step. It was from her grandmother, before she had passed away. It was special, and now there was a chance of losing it. Oh well, she could just stuff it in her locker if she needed to.


    The kitchen seemed even dimmer than the rest of the house. Two servants, one boy and one girl, were busy at the stove flipping pancakes. Heather slid onto a stool beside the island and peered down at the chain. It was pretty, yes. Maybe she wouldn't risk it and she would take it off before it was time for her to go to school. She took a quick sip of juice and took it off, leaving it on the counter. She would put it back in her room before she left.


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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC: Lazy post; at the beach!


    IC: Brandon woke up to the sound and blinking of his alarm clock, his eyes tiredly prying open. He slammed the button like he had all these years.
    He yawned and sat up, brushing back his messy bed hair. Cooper didn't like to do anything fancy with his hair, just pat it down.
    Brandon slipped on a band tee, skinny jeans, and Vans shoes.


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    [size=6pt]Marshall Scott is only used for the Roleplay "We Are Not Alone"[/size][/fancypost]


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    Heather San Jose


    Heather was soon riding on the bus with her backpack propped up against the seat while she scanned the pages of her notebook. She had, of course, no homework, as she teachers finally let them have a night of freedom, but she was reviewing her notes for an upcoming history test she would be taking. This was one of the few things she did on her way to school - the other two being checking her phone and writing down what she would need to buy on her trip to the store that weekend.


    She tucked the notebook back in her bag and pulled out her phone. Awaiting her was a text from her father - nothing important, she guessed - but he said that she could stay another night because he would only be home for two hours than off to work again. She smiled and sent him a quick reply saying that would be great and that she loved him. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and leaned her head against the window.


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    This is how I show my love...
    I made it in my mind because...
    I blame it on my A.D.D baby...

    Wolf form


    OCC:


    IC: Brandon slipped on a flannel too, and got his skateboard. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, closed the door, and plopped the board on the sidewalk.
    Cooper stepped on and pushed along, bending down and snapping up to do an Ollie.


    [size=7pt]This is how an angel cries...
    I blame it on my own sick pride...
    Blame it on my A.D.D baby...    [/size]
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    [size=6pt]Marshall Scott is only used for the Roleplay "We Are Not Alone"[/size][/fancypost]