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    Freya Smith is the new girl at school. Seventeen, junior. Smart, good grades, hardworking. Kind, caring, and musically talented on the guitar.

    But no body knows that.


    You see, it's hard to make friends and keep friends when you can't talk to them. If being the new girl at seventeen isn't hard enough, try being unable to mutter a word to anyone.


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    There are a few that tease her for it. Unable to really defend herself from it, she takes it all with a smile on her lips. It's nothing she hasn't been through before. Her home life wasn't much better at one point. She accepted the fact that she's different, that she's on her own in this fight, and that this is how it'll always be. She takes it all with a smile, refusing to show anyone the true hurt inside.


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    Without her knowing, her life begins to change rapidly the moment a young man enters her life. With a new friend, drama, hidden secrets, and maybe a bit of romance, Freya soon realizes her life will never be the same again.


    >>Please be semi-advanced to advance, don't 'kiss and diss' (come and then disappear), and try to remain active. If you want to use the form I have, let me know. If not, I would appreciate at least telling me some details of your character.<<


    Freya Smith - Mute

    Here we go! Thank you so much for joining me! I believe this is the right one.

    Ah, no problem! I'll try to finish this up tomorrow.


    Malachi Clifford

    "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The massive characters are seared with scars." - Khalil Gibran

    ★ ★ ★ ♚ ★ ★ ★




    PRIMORDIAL ⎯


    {name} Malachi Kent Clifford

    {name meaning} From the Hebrew מַלְאָכִי (Mal'akhiy) meaning "my messenger" or "my angel"

    {nicknames} Cliff or Chi (prenounced like kai)

    {gender} Cisgender male

    {pronouns} He/Him

    {sexuality} Bisexual

    {age} A few months shy from 18

    {date of birth} March 10th

    {place of origin} Grand Junction, Colorado


    PHYSICAL ⎯


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    ★ ★ ★

    {eyes} Cerulean

    {shape} Almond

    {size} Small

    {hair} Black, sleek yet slightly voluminous

    {length} Short, barely enough to surpass his eyelids

    {texture} Usually it's stiff since he likes to add gel and mousse

    {scars & oddities} Some marks on his arms, torso, and back

    {build} Has some defined muscles but none big enough to protrude without flexing

    {height & weight} 6'1", and 197 lbs



    PSYCHOLOGICAL ⎯


    ❧ He has a bad reputation both in school and in life because of rumors that some classmates spread around like wildfire. Over the years, Malachi was forced to adopt a sense of bravado to keep others away from him since they usually meant bad news. It's not unheard of for him to skip classes and ditch school for days. Only God knows where he goes because his parents nor his teachers know where he ends up. To the outsider, he is just another supposed "bad boy" who kicks over trash cans and cusses. But to someone who actually takes the time to get acquainted with him, he's a neglected boy who's trying to find a reason to the ways of life.


    ★ ★ ★


    {defining traits} Serious, quiet, judgemental, humorous, sarcastic, can be nice but only if he thinks you deserve it, constantly smokes

    {positive traits}

    +Helpful

    +Protective

    +Intelligent

    +Sincere

    +Blunt

    {negative traits}

    -Not emotional

    -Secretive

    -In and out of school

    -Troublemaker

    -Hangs out with the wrong people sometimes

    -Blunt

    {habits} He scratches his chin frequently when flustered and smokes faster when irritated

    {quirks} Always seen chewing gum and listening to music, is the Lord of Typos when it comes to texts but is actually a Grammar Nazi in real life, always hot both literally and figuratively ;) , talks to animals, insomniac. Oh, also, he is a nasty boy who walks around his house with nothing but his shorts and he likes to either drown drench his food with steak sauce or making weird and freaky combinations.

    {pet peeves & likes} People who don't cover their mouths when coughing, people who say "ew" to the food on his plate, people who use redundant hashtags on their social media photos, people who try to intimidate/threaten him, slow cashiers, the old "I'm sorry you feel that way."

    {fears & dreams} Even though he pushes this down deep inside of him, Malachi is a little afraid of ending up alone for the rest of his life. His "romantic" side hasn't really been poked or prodded enough so he can't help but feel insecure about this.

    {talents} He's a pretty good singer, coding, being very patient with little kids and animals, hot-wiring a car, rolling a blunt

    {strengths} Extremely knowledgeable (knows a variety of things), physically and mentally strong, comes from a rich family

    {weaknesses} Big temper, hardened to emotions, immature, hasn't told anyone about his attraction to males

    {disorders} n/a

    {addictions} Smoking, fighting


    PERSONAL ⎯


    ❧ Malachi's mother, Audrey, was never really anything in life. She never made it passed her sophomore year of high school, tended to live on the streets more than anything else, and didn't have any redeeming quality other than her good looks and manipulative ways. There was never a stable home she could go to since she was on foot most of her days. That was until Audrey landed in Chicago where she met Carter; a man who owned a multi-million company who was a sucker for pretty, young things. Over the years, she leeched off of him and used him for his riches all while telling him just how much she adored him.


    It wasn't long till the inevitable happened and Audrey got pregnant. While she did take him to term, Malachi's "childhood"—if you could even call it that—was a very melancholic and neutral time for him. His father wasn't exactly thrilled with the fact that he would be having to spend his money on something he didn't care for, and his mother was more focused on cigarettes and fur-trimmed coats than passing time with her child. In the end, though, Audrey tried to make be with him throughout the years. But by the bruises and other marks on his body, you can tell that it wasn't any kind of quality time.


    He was educated on academics by his countless tutors but was his own teacher when it came to reality. This is when he started to hang around the wrong crowds. Malachi had gotten involved with drugs, among other chaotic things. But if you take a look at his personal record, you'll find nothing. One thing his dad is great at is making it seem like nothing happened. After all, with some money and a good lawyer, you can make almost anything disappear. That's how he was even able to get into high school in the first place.


    ★ ★ ★

    {relationship status} Has a girlfriend who's a high ranking cheerleader and participates in many clubs

    {crush} None

    {lover}He wouldn't really consider his girlfriend a lover

    {ex-lovers} He's nearly dated all of the cheerleading/popular groups

    {parents} Audrey Clifford (mother; living), Carter Clifford (father; living)

    {siblings} None

    {friends} Mainly hangs in a group of 4 but is all over the place

    {acquaintances} Too many to count

    {rivals} Thane Bishop along with his lackeys, Niles Wade

    {enemies} Niles Wade, Owen Gaines, the principal


    ★ ★ ★


    PORTRAYAL ⎯


    {theme songs} Pisces by Rebecka Reinhard , Snap Out of It by Arctic Monkeys, and Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People

    {plot ideas} What if his rivals try to harm Freya or something?

    {random facts} He enjoys singing and going on long walks. But in all seriousness, he sucks on his teeth constantly. It's a habit.

    {other} Nope

    ★ ★ ★ ♚ ★ ★ ★

    Oh I hated those!


    And thank you! He looks amazing! I'll start us off.


    >> Its funny how the world just seems to spin on and on without taking you into consideration. Kind of depressing, but true. This was the thought that kept going through Freya's mind as she watches the scenery that flies by as the car moves closer and closer to their destination. A new town, a new school, a new start.


    Freya felt a twing in her side and her hand came to rest on her ribs. Still bruised, but not broken. Good news for sure, though still painful. This caught the attention of her driver, and a soft voice murmure, "Still bothering you?" Freya's gaze left the window and came to rest on her grandmother. Even though late in age, her hair still held color and she was rather active. She had opened her arms immediately to Freya, not even questioning her ability to raise this teenager. She was Freya's only friend besides Chief and Charlotte. But Chief had to remain home since pets weren't allowed on campus, and Charlotte didn't quite have the hang of sign language, though she was trying. She also didn't know what allhad happened to Freya. Her grandmother was the only one that knew both fully.


    Freya shook her head and offered a small smile. She didn't want her grandmother to worry for her more than she already was. Freya knew she could deal with the slight pain, and she wasn't worried about the bruises on the surface. Her outfit choice covered them all well. She was just worried about making it through the day with not being able to communicate well. She knew she would figure something out, but it would no doubt take quite a lot of time to do so.


    The school began to come into view and Freya felt butterflies twirl in her stomach. There was no way to run from this, and her grandmother didn't want her to miss any schooling. She had done well in her old school, and it was important that she stay on track. She drew a deep breath and worked to calm her nerves. This is it...

    ♥ Malachi leaned against one of the countless metal lockers as he listened in on the conversation his group was having. Other than talking about the things they did last night and what parties they've gone to, there wasn't much going on. He had once again been told to go to school by his mother but—as expected from him—he was skipping his morning class to spend it out in the school's hallways. They were awfully quiet and nothing seemed to be out of the norm. Of course, that was until a car pulled up at the front of the high school and dropped off a girl.


    Malachi harshly nudged one of his friends and pointed to the new vehicle before she could complain. "Y'recognize that car, Scratch? Because I sure don't." A small chuckle left his lips as he remembered how his friend had gotten that nickname; Scratch's ticks and jitters made her seem like a stray, crazed cat. He looked as she took notice of the girl who walked out before notifying the rest of the group. "Nah, not really. Must be some new kid, or somethin'." He hummed a noise of acknowledgment before taking out a fag from his pocket and asking someone to help him light it. The teen took a slow puff while keeping a watchful eye on the new girl. Her hands seemed to move and he wondered if she was one of those 'special needs' kids, before noticing that they moved in a precise pattern.


    The bell rung, the loud noise wakening Malachi up, and the doors swung open with kids pouring out to the hallways. As one of the teachers stepped out, she saw the teen and his newly smoked cigg in one hand. "Malachi! Put that out this instance!" He grimaced before shoving the burning tip into one of his friends' backpack. They groaned and complained about how it was brand new as he snickered at their reaction. He said his goodbyes before walking away to his biology class and sitting in a desk that was at the back of the room. As the class was filled with more students, the only remaining seats were those near Malachi. Not that he minded, of course. He was a more solitary type, so it was better this way.


    His mind traveled to the new student he saw this morning and wondered just what class she had right now.


    //Aah, thank you!

    ♥ Freya Smith― Freya heard the bell ring as she signed a goodbye to her grandma, not surprised. She knew she was going to be late, and so did her grandma. Freya had fought against coming to school but she was here now. Her grandmother would say 'better late than never', but right now Freya would strongly disagree. Being new was hard enough. Add mute and late on top of that and your the new talk of school. She knew how high school worked, and didn't like it most of the time.


    Grabbing her backpack from the back seat, she grimaced slightly. The action of lifting the bag with all her books agitated her ribs, but she quickly hide it by spinning around to enter the school. Digging her schedule from her pocket, she glanced over the classes she was suppose to attend. Literature was suppose to be first period, but obviously she wasn't going to that now. Biology was next and then math. She huffed out a sigh, hating that the two hardest subjects for her were back to back. Well, that can't be changed now... She quickly spied the room number for Biology and glanced around the halls she now walked in.


    Asking for help was out of the question so she would have to rely on her own abilities. That just meant she would be a bit later to class. She took her time walking, considering that running made her ribs burn with pain. She tugged the sleeves of her tan jacket, a normal tick she had for when she was nervous. She tried to look as normal as possible today as she dressed in a pale green, slim, short-sleeved shirt with denim skinny jeans that made her small frame stand out a bit more. She had left her curly brown hair down, and she wore black boots to accent it all. At least she could appear normal when she wasn't signing away.


    She heard the second bell ring before she spotted her classroom down the hall. Yep, late to class. She gave herself a shrug and stepped up to the door, drawing a breath before she stepped in. She kept her head down as she quickly searched for an open table, not caring where it was or who else was there. She just wanted to grab a seat and be out of the sight of prying eyes before she was pointed out. Both embarrassing and impossible to counter when all you can do is wave your hands around or write your answer on a surface.


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    ♥ Malachi flipped through the photos in his phone, not listening to the nonsense that the teacher was spewing out. He had already known most of the things that they were teaching here so he didn't bother wasting his time. He sucked on his teeth loudly as his fingers drummed on the wooden surface in a repetitive motion. The bags under his eyes seemed to bulge out of proportion as the boy dragged his thumb across them. The night before was a disaster for his sleep schedule since he wasn't able to rest at all without being bothered by the thoughts in his head. Hopefully, tonight would be a different story.


    The sound of a door being quickly opened got his attention but before he could even see who was coming in the room, a small-framed girl sat down on one of the desks next to him. Malachi curled his lip slightly but turned his head towards the stranger. Ah, it was the newbie. So that's why she sat next to him, otherwise, he would have still been alone. His knuckles were bent as he applied pressure to them until each had a satisfying, loud pop. Some students stole glances towards the two of them while others were full blown staring. It was like they were telling her to move away before Malachi bit her or something. Of course, they all looked away when he returned their stares.


    When the teacher didn't acknowledge the new student, Malachi took it upon himself to greet himself. His arm reached out to the desk and he hooked his hand around one of the metal legs, dragging it closer to him. He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice, as to not alert the teacher. "Hiya, you new?" Of course, he knew the response to this but it was a nice way of starting a conversation in his opinion. "Saw you doin' some shit with yer hands, what was that?" Malachi internally cringed when he heard his accent thicken midway through his sentence but he pushed forward. After speaking, he realized that maybe being so abrupt wasn't such a good thing.



    ♥ Freya Smith― Sitting down in the desk, she had thought that she had gotten off the hook, but that's when she felt her desk being dragged closer to the one next to her. She had noticed the occasional glances and some of the full on stares, but she had expected that to happen. But having her desk dragged away was a totally different action than what she had anticipated.


    She looked at the young man that had a hold of her deck, speaking in a low tone to her. She bite her lip lightly. He must had seen me at the car. As much as she needed to sign for everything, clearly he didn't know any sign language. She had up her pointer finger, as if telling him to wait, and then began to gather her notebook from her bag. She was trying to be quiet, but she was also extremely nervous.


    Dragging out the notebook, she quickly wrote out her answer before turning the page towards him. 'Sign language' she wrote, her handwriting neat and gently flowing. She knew that this was going to make her look weird, but ignoring the question wouldn't do her very much either.


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    ♥ Malachi watched as Freya searched for something and pulled out a notebook. He slowly let go of her desk and raised an eyebrow, questioning her behavior. He wasn't quite sure what to make of this before she started scribbling away on the piece of paper. Before she could even finish, the word deaf came to mind. When his eyes skimmed through the page, that only reassured his thoughts. The teen leaned against the wooden desk, making it creak loudly, as he hummed in acknowledgment. While Freya stilled had the notebook in her arms, he grabbed it along with the pencil and wrote down "u deaf?"


    Malachi held up the notebook in front of her with an observant look. A few seconds passed by before he rose his pointer finger and wrote down a 'proper' introduction. The placed the book on her desk with the words "almost forgot. my name's malachi. urs?" His handwriting was neat, clean, and seemed to belong to someone with OCD but his grammar was everything opposite to that. In his experience, people either didn't care or were annoyed by the way he wrote.


    "Ahem.." He turned his head only to notice that the teacher had stopped lecturing and was glaring at Malachi. Ms. King never really was a fan of him since the beginning but ever since he switched out the vials of water for that of clear Gatorade—which completely ruined that day's lesson and experiment—she couldn't stand the sight of him. He merely shrugged, crossed his arms behind his head, and leaned back in his chair. "Is there something you'd like to share, Malachi?" The snarky tone irritated the student to the umpth degree but kept his temper down and shrugged. That seemed to please the teacher and she went back to her lesson.


    He chuckled, grabbed the notebook, and scribbled a few more words. "tht wuz close huh?"

    ♥ Freya Smith― Freya watched this male as he too began to write in her notebook. She raised an eyebrow as he raised up what he wrote, though didn't have time t respond as he began to write again. This time she got his name. So Malachi thinks I'm deaf. It was almost funny. There had been a few times when she was mistaken as deaf instead of mute, and the actions of those who had were entertaining to watch. So many don't know how to react with a deaf or mute person.


    Freya looked up as the teacher seemed to catch Malachi's attention, ducking slightly. She kept her gaze down as the teacher spoke to him, wanting to remain out of any spotlight. That had been her main goal after all. However, he didn't seem that threatened by her rather harsh tone, as Malachi simply shrugged her off. Freya found this to be rather curious.


    When the teacher went back to her lecture and Malachi held up the notebook again, she took the opportunity to take it back and finally give him an answer. She wrote quickly, though making sure her handwriting could still be read easily. 'Not deaf. Mute.' She wrote, revealing her writing to him. 'And I'm Freya.'


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    ♥ His eyes kept wandering towards the front of the class to watch out for the teacher. He felt the notebook being taken away from him only for the girl to quickly scribble something down. When the paper was more visible, he read what was on it. Malachi bit the inside of his cheek and rose an eyebrow when he read that she was mute. Huh. Well, he was somewhat close to guessing what she was. While the notebook was still on her desk, he leaned over and then took the pencil out of her hand. "by choice or biologically?"


    This might've been a bad question since he didn't know how she would react to such a personal topic. The teen suddenly realized that because she wasn't deaf, Freya could hear him. He'd almost forgot that he spoke to her earlier but passed it off as her being able to read his lips or something along those lines. So instead of writing again, he moved closer and spoke in a hushed voice. "So what's yer next class? 'm kind of surprised they let you in this school so late. It's been what? A week since classes started?" He laughed and wiggled his eyebrows at her before continuing to talk with an amused look. "Don't blame ya though. I woulda missed school way longer than a week if I had the chance."


    Malachi dug into his backpack and pulled out a stick of gum without further explaining what he meant. He popped it into his mouth and began chewing as he looked around the class. His eyes landed on the plastic wall clock and noticed how in fifteen minutes, the class would be over. He wondered if he should skip his next period or not.

    ♥ Freya Smith― Freya didn't write until he had finished all his questions. She had learned that instead of trying to write out while people were talking, it was better to simply wait and see what answers they were wanting. Besides, writing quickly while another was talking hurt her hand to much. When he was finished she tapped her pencil against her lip as she tried to figure out what it was she would be writing.


    She began to write and then pulled out her schedule when she was done. She held up her notebook and pointed to the first sentence. 'Biologically. I was born mute for some unknown reason.' She tapped her throats after pointing to the sentence, as if trying to emphasize her point. She then pointed to the next line. 'Math is my next next class. My grandma didn't want me to miss any schooling so she had me transfer in as soon as possible.' She then slide her schedule towards him, wondering if he had any other classes with her today.


    At the moment, Malachi was the only other person she knew in school. Charolette was able to have Literature, Gym, and lunch with her but otherwise Freya was alone. To have someone else who was appearing to be patient with her was a relief to her, and rather calming for her nerves about being here.


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    ♥ Malachi skimmed over the words on the notebook and let out an "oh" before watching as Freya grabbed a piece of paper. He held out his hand as she handed it to him. It was her schedule. He looked at some of the classes she had before taking her pencil and circling quite a few periods before giving it back to her. He offered her a grin and spoke, "those are the classes that you and I have. A lot, huh? Guess you're gonna have to stomach me." He laughed as he placed the pencil back on her desk.


    Suddenly, the bell rang and most of the students were getting up, walking away from the classroom. "Don't forget to study your textbooks! Ugh, these kids." Malachi laughed at the last statement before gathering his things up and heading for the door. Right before he got out though, he turned towards Freya. "C'mon. Don't wanna be late, now do you?"


    Math was never his favorite class since the teacher seemed too lazy to actually get off his ass and properly teach. Instead, he would just sit and pull up videos of other people teaching. It was hilarious at first but Malachi quickly got sick of it and would often skip it. He waited for Freya to come closer to him before he began talking. "Hm, y'got a phone? I mean, unless you like writing instead."


    As he entered the classroom, the teacher laid eyes on him and scoffed in disbelief. "Decided to join us for once? It must be raining cats." Malachi curled his lip and pulled up his middle finger. "Go stick it up yourself, Smith." The student quickly sat down in the back, once again, so Mr. Smith wouldn't kick him out.


    ♥ Freya Smith― Freya grabbed her bag quickly as she heard the bell ring, stuffing her notebook into it. She held the schedule in one hand as she zipped up her bag, skimming over the classes they had together. It seemed as if they were going to be seeing a lot of each other.


    She looked up as he spoke, slinging her bag over her shoulder to quickly come up to his side. She was glad she found someone who pretty much had the same schedule as her. This would make things easier for her, fitting in wise. Though she didn't know Malachi, he seemed nice enough, and patient. However, when they entered the classroom, she caught onto the teacher's words. She wondered what he meant before she saw Malachi's response. Her face blushed at the action, even though she hadn't been the one doing it.


    Due to everything within Freya's past, she was rather sheltered as a child. Because of this, she wasn't used to certain things, this being one of them. However, she knew they were part of what went on with the world, and it wasn't as if she could do anything about them anyways. So, she quickly went to a seat next to Malachi, avoiding eye contact with the teacher. She remembered then that he had asked about her phone. Digging it from her pocket, she quickly unlocked it and pulled up her number.


    This would definitely be easier than writing, she thought as she tapped Malachi's shoulder to get his attention. She then held the phone to him, her number across the screen. It was rather quick to exchange numbers with a guy, but she had done this same thing with Charlotte when they first met. Besides, Freya only had her grandmother and Charlotte as contacts so another wouldn't hurt anything anyways.


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    ♥  Malachi was so ticked off that he had barely noticed Freya taking a seat next to him. His eyes followed the teacher as he sat down and began to pull up a video. The room was dark and the only light was that of the giant screen at the front of the class and a cell phone being shown to him. He turned his head when a small hand poked him. The numbers on the screen were quickly noted don onto his own phone before he sent a quick text to her. "wassup."


    He lowered the brightness of his screen before telling Freya to do so as well. He added her to her contacts and stuck his tongue out when coming up with a contact name for her. He never was the type of person to put names as his contacts, but rather nicknames. A chuckle left his throat as the teen started typing 'Fry' along with a french fry emoji.


    Malachi showed the contact name to Freya before sending her a couple of quick texts. "u like? so, do u anyone from here or r u completely new?" He hit the 'send' button and heard a few pings from her phone. He laughed and motioned her to the teacher before speaking, "Y'don't want him hearing us, believe me. He'll probably make me go to the office or somethin' " Malachi quickly corrected himself though when he saw Mr. Smith dozing off, his head almost falling to the side.


    The teen almost burst out laughing but suppressed it as best as he could and said, "Ah, wait, nevermind. Guess this class is boring even for him."


    ♥ Freya Smith― Freya watched as he typed in her number into his phone, noting the chuckle that he gave. She raised an eyebrow at him, only to get her answer when he showed her the phone. There was a nickname in it for her. She smiled at the thought of someone putting a nickname in their phone for her. She hadn't had a nickname, or at least one that she cared to keep around.


    She looked up at the teacher and noticed him dozing off, wondering how one could keep their job like this. But she quickly began to tap away on her phone, putting Malachi's number into her own contacts. She wasn't very good with nicknames so she would simply save that detail for later. Her fingers moved across the screen quickly and gracefully, as if she was used to the action. Which, in reality, she was.


    'Yes I like it! It creative.' She sent that first with a quick smile before her fingers continued their dance. 'And I have met one other person. A girl, Charlotte, but other than you and her I'm completely new.' She sent that and glanced at the screen. She was never good at learning from videos so she wouldn't worry about learning anything right now. She could sit down with her grandma later and have it taught to her.


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    ♥ Malachi felt his phone vibrate and read the message only to quickly send a text back. "u know, if you want, i can help introduce you. show you the ropes ;)" He chewed on the inside of his lip as he typed this out and hit 'send'. He hadn't heard of this Charlotte before but if she had been around long enough, then she'd probably heard of him. He was quite infamous around the school due to quite a few nasty remarks on his personal life. Would Freya avoid him if she knew of those?


    "Have you heard anything about me?" Malachi felt the question slip before he could do anything to stop it. Oh well, it was too late now. He tried calming himself down, which worked and gave him a nonchalant appearance. He scratched the end of his chin and curled his lip while doing it. It was a nervous tick he had but he hoped that Freya wouldn't notice. "I mean, because I am pretty great." The teen laughed as he said this and smirked at her.


    //I'm traveling to Spain right now so I'm going to be on mobile for a few days! I'll try to send longer posts but please forgive me if they are too short or I take too long to respond