I donno ~ PRIVATE

[Goldfish_]

Wyatt saw Ellie sitting alone on the park bench. He walked up to her and sat down beside her. "Hey beautiful, I'm Wyatt. What's your name?" Wyatt's head was swaying in little circles. And his tongue kept licking his lips over and over again.

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Chris wondered through the park looking for his brother.

{Can Isabella be related to one of you guys or would that ruin the plot?}

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Ellie glanced up at Wyatt for a swift moment, before looking back down, "I don't need someone to tell me how beautiful I am," she said, a smug smile coming cross her face. The redhead smirked, "Either way, you've intrigued me," she tried not to snort, leaning forward on her hand in a sarcastic motion, cringing as she saw his tongue run over his lips repeatedly, which she just found disgusting. "Name's Ellie," she said smoothly, waiting to see where this went now.

(( While I don't know for sure, I sadly don't think so, as in the fanfic, their families appear as cruel, well, Tom's does at least, either way, I don't think so, sorry :/ ))

[Goldfish_]

{Okay}

"Well you are. Nice to meet you Ellie." Wyatt looked around then leaned back a little and fell off the bench.

Chris ran around a tree and spotted his brother falling off the bench "You idiot" He ran up to the bench and grabbed his brother up. "I am so sorry, my brother just had surgery on his mouth and is still a little loopy from the Anastasia. I'm Chris by the way, not that it matters."

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Ellie found herself snorting, "It's fine," she laughed, leaning back now. "Honestly, I don't know why you would let him go," she muttered, rolling her eyes, "Anyhow, either way, it's nice to meet you Chris," she said simply, forcing herself to show manners, despite not wanting to, her green eyes looking at the two quietly now, not really knowing what to do. "Why's he have the surgery?" she asked after a moment, trying to keep things from getting awkward as they sat there.

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Chris had his hands on Wyatt's shoulders keeping him for going anywhere. "I was getting a drink at the food truck and he ran off when I wasn't looking. He had to have three baby teeth pulled out and chains put on the adult ones to pull them down."

Wyatt sat between the two, starring off into space. "There's nothing wrong with my teeth." He licked his lips again.

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"Ah, how nice," Ellie's voice was laced with some sarcasm, despite her only having to have gotten braces in the past, she still absolutely hated having things in her mouth. Hearing Wyatt's statement, she rolled her eyes again,"Maybe nothing with your teeth," she sighed, "But definitely something with your lips," she muttered trying not to cringe once again, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the bench, not knowing if she was amazed or annoyed by this Wyatt guy.

[Goldfish_]

Wyatt stared at her, licking his lips every now and then. "Cringing isn't nice." He licked his lips again.

"Wyatt has some issues. He can't help the fact that he licks his lips like that. It's just what he does." Chris pulled a napkin out of his pocket and wiped Wyatt's chin. "Do say something like that when we's normal or he'll go all king kong on you. He's a fighter I'm not."

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"Well I can't exactly help if I'm rude or not," Ellie simply shot back, glaring at Wyatt slightly, before she sighed. "How...nice..." she said smoothly, not knowing what else to say or do, crossing her arms. "As long as he doesn't harm my face, I'm good," she laughed, though there was a tinge or seriousness behind that, leaning forward on her hand again as she sat there.

[Goldfish_]

"He's not exactly in his right mind so I doubt he'll do anything to you face. What do you mean you can't help if your rude or not?" Chris kind of liked this girl as a friend. He couldn't possibly be in love with a girl.

Wyatt had his foot up on the bench and he was playing with his laces.

[Night Awaits]

Originally Posted by ✨Blue Wishes✨

Good to know
I can start I suppose
I am I very talented human
I think
But ether's been serval people that have shipped me and Night
I just don't feel like talking about it XD ))

Rees's two colored eyes scanned the boxes in his room, sure, he didn't have very many boxes, but the fact that he didn't want to do anything did not help with the way he felt about these brown packages. The boy sighed and pushed his flower crown up a bit, the white and red roses almost seeming to make a pink ring around his head. Now pushing his scarred hands into his jean pockets, he glanced at the next door house, he had heard only one thing about the house's resident, the fact that he was a person named Josh. How specific, it made the teen unsure whether he wanted to go next door even, what if this "Josh" was a murderer? A drug dealer? Any of that!?!

After thinking of at least a dozen things that this "Josh" guy could be, Rees forced himself to calm down, laying on the carpeted floor of the room he now called his bedroom, taking deep breaths in and out. He was aware of what his mental illnesses did to him, and he had slowly come to accept that, though he hadn't come to terms with what it made him do from time to time. Pushing himself off the ground, he decided to unpack this one last room, as then he would be done, and could focus on other things, running a hand through his sandy-blonde hair, taking slow, deep breaths in and out as he put together his room reasonably quickly.

(( @Night Awaits ))

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Ellie sat in a park silently, swiping through her phone absentmindedly. Sure, she wasn't paying any attention, but really, she hadn't been paying very much attention to many things. She never exactly had done so, and didn't see the point of doing it now, her eyes scanning the park for a moment, before she looked down again, her red hair swaying in her face a few times, though she honestly couldn't care less.

(( Open ))

(You brought it up tho XD

Typing up paragraphs
My favorite thing to do)

Josh's dull brown eyes scanned around his messy bedroom, knowing that he'll have to clean it up sometime, but he made another mental excuse that he was too tired to clean. Posters of bands hung around his light blue walls, making the room seem a little decorative, even though his room didn't have much. Just his desk and a chair, along with his unmade bed of course, and his closet which was shut due to another mess in it. That was one thing about the teen, he just didn't like cleaning; he'd rather be on the internet to be honest. Yet, he had to clean sometimes either way, or else no one did. Josh lived with his parents, his mother and father, two people that he never loved, due to his father being an alcoholic person. His mother wasn't as bad, but she was rarely home, leaving her own son alone with an abusive guy. The teen sighed as he shook his head, walking over to his window, pulling his chair with him as he sat on it and gazed at the sky. After a moment of silence, Josh started to hum, then soon started to softly sing, aware of a beautiful black cat resting on his windowsill.