Blue Royalty: New Blood

[Kristi]

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“It actually does. Did you do it yourself or did someone else?” Luna gave her friend a light smile, “My dad helped me.” She said, her dad was really good at makeup- she didn’t understand how or wanted to know right now. “But It will probably be different for someone else. I pretty much get scared easily…as you saw a few seconds ago.” Luna let out a small giggle. “Going into this manor must have been scary for you.” Luna commented.

Luna noticed Karen staring at her and she looked down at herself awkwardly, what was wrong? “Why didn’t you come in a costume?” Oh Luna looked down at the casual sweatshirt she was wearing and scratched the back of her neck. “I mean, you don’t have to come in a costume but I couldn’t help but ask since everyone is wearing one.” Luna played with her hair, “Well… I-i wasn’t originally going to come and didn’t have a costume.” She said smiling nervously.

“So… are you… dressed as Sandy from grease?” Luna asked trying to make the environment less awkward.

@Kbail - Karen

[raviola]

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Sam couldn’t help but feel the change in Xavier’s voice when he mentioned Tyler. The words fractured when he uttered them instead of flowing gracefully from his soft lips, like a river. The fact that he spoke mechanically didn’t really effect Sam, but the tension began to rub off on her. It rubbed against her blue skin like gooey, unwanted slime. Once again, the energies of people she didn’t know that well seeped into her heart that remained open to all. Both good and evil.

Wait, why did he stutter when he mentioned Tyler and not Elijah? I mean, if he were to stutter then it should probably be upon the mention of his ex. At this point in time, it had not yet occured to Sam that they could both be his exes. Strong intuition, mediocre mind. Later, she would probably realize why this is going on. Upon recieving that piece of information, she will most likely find it easy to befriend him. The two of them both seemed to have their fair share of experience, and perhaps, similar taste in men. Surely, the two would thrive as friends if they ever managed to get past the awkwardness of this small talk.

Speaking of small talk, Sammy did not need this pointless conversation about costumes. She prides herself on the meaning of conversations. Mostly because she liked making actual strong connections with people, but part of it was also being quirky and different. The individuality complex that comes from believing in something unique is almost inevitable. At least for Garmie. You’d think being an adopted kid from africa with lesbian parents would be enough for her, but no, she had to be hindu too. She only tolerates small talk from cute guys, and occasionally, cute girls, because she would rather discuss nothing than stop talking to them. She’d let them go on just to hear them talk a little longer. And although Xavier is surely a cutie, he did not swing her way.

If he had just responded normally, she might have found herself trying to unite the group. But he didn’t seem to want to talk to the other boys, and so she wasn’t gonna try and convince him quite yet. This conversation seemed to have it’s own potential anyway. And above all, Sam was just concerned for this kid. You never know who people truly are, and Xavier deserved to be heard. “If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you approach them, if you know where they are?” It was a fair point, since he probably wasn’t waiting for little old Sam, and Sammy isn’t one to make things very personal off the bat. However, she does try to be sensitive.

@Caticorn - Xavier

mentioned:
@Ouijaloveletters tyler
@Kbail elijah

[Kristi]

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“Hello. How are you?” Internally rolling her eyes, Ari gave a smile “Oh i’m fine, what about you?” She asked playing with her hair. The girl looked like a mouse, so easily spooked. Ari chuckled, it wasn’t after she noticed the look on the girl’s face she stopped. “So like are you new?” She asked the blonde. Ari looked at the blonde again; she was of average looks, well maybe she looked better without the blue wig and skin but she doubted it. She was a 2.1 right now but maybe.

@Ouijaloveletters - Leah

[Kristi]

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Nevaeh searched for group. ‘Where could they be?’ She thought. Nevaeh had done a little ‘research’ of the members in her group and followed their instagram, so she knew how they looked and who was who. ‘Now all I need to do is find them’ She thought biting her lips.
clash
Nevaeh let out a gasp as she bumped into someone, “I’m sorry?” She told the girl as she fixed her hair. Nevaeh stared at the girl who was wearing a chucky’s outfit. The girl seemed to be loyal but a little of a troublemaker and a jokester. She seemed… ok. “Hi I’m Nevaeh” She said with a soft smile.

@Kbail - Destiny

[Kbail]

Luna explained that her dad helped her with the costume. “That’s cool. My mother literally picked out this costume for me. I was originally going to be a bloody bride, but it’s whatever” She shrugged her shoulders. “Yep, I’m indeed Sandy from Greese” She nodded her head, and her curly wig ended up getting into her eyes again. “Ugh, I hate this wig.”

“Well… I-i wasn’t originally going to come and didn’t have a costume.”

“What- why?” She finally found someone that apparently didn’t care about the blue royalty game.

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Destiny wondered if anyone would use the ouija board later on tonight. If that were to happen, she couldn’t leave and look like she was afraid, but at the same time, she would want to stay and see what happens. That is what she thought about as she held it in her hands. All of a sudden, she felt someone bump into her, so rough that the board ended up flying out of her hands. “What the hell?” She quickly turned around to see a girl standing behind her.

“I’m sorry?”

“Uhh…it-it’s okay I guess.” She scratched her head.

“Hi I’m Nevaeh” She looked her up and down with subtlety.The girl was very pretty, but she never saw her around the school before.

“I’m Destiny. Nice to meet you?” She asked with a twinge of confusion. “You’re new to the school, right?”

@Kristi - Luna/Nevaeh

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Denise decided going to this Halloween event everybody was talking about would be a great idea to show off to everybody, however she didn’t want to be called easy or sl0tty so she chose a dress that’s more impressive than one that’s meant to show skin. She chose a more historically accurate version of the Snow White costume, but she feared even though her costume might be different, new and a bit impressive, she might be embarrased if at the party there was nobody she recognized. Thankfully, as she turned up at the party, she saw a person she recognized, Leon. She decided to join him, so she did, but she was too hasty and didn’t even know what they were talking about so she could join them. Lucky her, for she managed to hear Napoleon admiring and asking about the other boy’s costume makeup, which she admits, after looking at it seemed very good. She smiled as she interrupted the conversation and said “Hi Leon, it’s nice to see you again and thank you for trying to help me earlier. I couldn’t help hearing that you were wondering about this guy’s makeup, and I have to say, I’m impressed too and wondered the same thing Leon here, has wondered because it looks good, and coming from somebody who uses makeup on a daily basis, that should mean something.” She chuckled and thought about smudging the guy’s makeup … Not on purpose but … She wondered if kissing him would smudge the makeup. She didn’t even know the name, but as she thought about his makeup, her brain came up with a lot of ideas, some of which she would never do, but they still come to her mind sometimes.

@Caticorn @Kristi

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Jackie wasn’t about to miss the chance to dress up as the legendary rock icon he loved listening to in his youth. The rock icon that made him realise he also likes men, and the one that made evergreen songs that still slap even after all this years. Jackie chuckled at the fact he didn’t realise he was already dead by the time he was born and in his youth he believe he held concerts and stuff. Jackie even wanted to meet Freddie until he learnt that he has been dead for years. But today he has the chance to get the legend up from the dead for a night as he dresses up as him.

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At the party

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Jackie arrived at the party, but he didn’t know many of the people there … In fact the girl he talked to earlier wasn’t there from the looks of it, so he knew nobody there. He hoped he would meet somebody where the drinks are so he went over there. With a drink in his hand he didn’t know what he expected or how he pictured meeting somebody, but he had to settle for turning around with his dirnk in his hand and acidentally splashing a girl with some hell-vodka. His eyes widened and he said “Sorry for that. I hope it won’t stain.” He reached behind him for a napking and gave it to her. He would’ve helped her dab it off, but he felt she would be annoyed if he did that withouth asking for her permission considering he just spilled his drink on her. “I’m not drunk, I promise.”

@Madilfill - Hartley

[Caticorn]

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Clara nodded as Mia explained that she drew the birthmark on her brother. “Yeah, that makes sense.” She said, agreeing with the other girl’s statement about him having to use a mirror if he did it himself. When Mia agreed to Clara’s offer, she dug through her bag until she found a scrap of paper and pulled out the pink pen she’d brought as part of her costume. She quickly scribbled a phone number onto the paper. “This is my friend’s phone number. I think you’d really get along with her.” She told her, handing her the piece of paper.

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@Ouijaloveletters - Mia

I’ll explain what the number is in our pm

[Ouijaloveletters]

Mia watched as Clara dug through her bag, pulling out a piece of paper and a pink pen. She scribbled something down, handing it to her. Mia took the paper, listening to Clara explain about her friend. “Ok, I’ll text her later. She’s aware of this, right? Oh, what’s her name so I can put it in my phone?” She asked, both excited and nervous.
@Caticorn - Clara

[Ouijaloveletters]

Leah smiled when the girl said she was fine, asking how she was. “I’m ok. A little worried about the fact this house could be haunted, but by the Grace of the Lord, we will hopefully be protected. Hopefully.” She said, paranoia creeping in. She also figured the girl didn’t actually care how she was. Leah shook her head when asked if she was new. “Nope. I’ve been here since Junior year. You probably just didn’t see me. Oh, what are you supposed to be? I’m a…crappy zombie bride.”
@Kristi - Ari

[CerealKiller]

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At first he acted like he didn’t know what she was talking about, but then when he opened his phone it seemed as if it all came back to him. As if he didn’t even remember sending that but now her frustration made more sense. And she was damn well frustrated.

And then he answered. A part of her expected and even wanted him to be like tf I didn’t write that and you know it and have everything go back to normal but his answer actually caught her quote off guard, probably because it was the last thing she’d expect. If anyone in this school loved her, it for sure wasn’t Finley. Or….

”Seriously?” she asked, partially confused ”I- wow. Honestly I don’t know what to say” admitting as she rubbed the back of her head a bit ”also what happened to no strings” she asked, crossing her arms ”where’d that go?”

She sighed and looked away, running her hand through her hair ”sorry I’m just fcuking shocked I don’t even know how to respond”

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@astxrism I don’t know how to respond either

[novella]

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𝄞 Love On The Brain - Rihanna

𝄞 I run for miles just to get a taste, must be loved on the brain

Elio Esposito. The first person she noticed when walking into the ‘haunted’ house, when walking into any room. The person who had saved her in more ways than one, been with her through basically everything. Though with the times of healing her heart came with the ones of him breaking it in the first place. Yes, between them was way more cheating than what was acceptable for a relationship. They fought past the point of it being healthy but even when Lenora wanted to the most, she could never break up with him fully because she loved him. Despite popular belief, she did, regardless of how- or why- they got together in the first place. So, after two years of their relationship rollercoaster, they still stayed together: there was too much to lose for her if she broke up with him.

𝄞 it beats me black and blue but it gets me so good that I can’t get enough

A smile fell on her features as he approached her, as he drew closer, both Lenora’s hands met his. ”Hey Eli- now that is one scary costume, you’ve easily beaten everyone else in here,” Lenora remarked with her eyebrows raised, gesturing towards the basic jeans and tee he had opted with for Halloween in contrast to every other senior making maximum effort, including her. “Did Sienna help you chose that one?” She asked him, with a humorous smile knowing what the actual answer to that was.

𝄞 don’t you stop loving me, don’t quit loving me, just start loving me

As he paid her a compliment, she looked down and smiled. Another reason for never leaving him: he made her feel special. Elio made her feel like she was more than just the class sl*t she gets continuously rumoured to be, or just the Blue Royalty competitor she paints herself out to be. ”Thank you. I wish I could say the same to you, costume-wise,” Lenora replied, continuing to display only nonchalance with him.

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@/Madilnel Elio Esposito

[Caticorn]

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Xavier took a deep breath as he considered how he was going to answer Sammy’s question, subconsciously fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt sleeve. It wasn’t a hard question, but for some reason, he was unable to decide on how he wanted to phrase his answer. “Well, they’re both my ex-boyfriends but it’s really only Tyler that I didn’t want to talk to,” He admitted, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Our breakup was a mess and the last time we spoke didn’t end well, so I’ve kind of been avoiding him.” He explained, not wanting to go into more detail than that, lest it bring up the memory of that conversation, one he’d spent a month trying to forget.

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@raviola - Sammy

Mentioned:
@Ouijaloveletters - Tyler
@Kbail - Elijah

[Littlefeets]

To say Quinn wasn’t taking his sister’s death well was an understatement. Anyone who really knew Quinn, knew he was difficult to deal with, but anyone that knew both him and Finch knew that she was the one who knew him inside and out, that understood him and could pull him to reality. She was his twin sister and no matter how far apart they had been before, they were still two halves of one whole, and even Quinn would admit that she was his better half. The news of his sister’s death having gotten around to everyone and them trying to be sympathetic, avoid him, or share how they missed her only made him feel worse. On top of it all, he was essentially assigned a babysitter. Not just anyone, but Amelia Grace Taylor-DeLoughrey, one of the girls with an overly long and tiring name, who was supposed to still be a junior, yet was somehow now in his class, but worst of all, she was one of the people at the school that Finch was the closest to. Of all the goodie two shoes that he could of been stuck with, it just had to be her.

When Halloween came around and the senior class was spending the night in a haunted house, though there was the additional requirement of staying in groups, and of all the people there could have been in his group, there was one Amelia. Not only was she in his group, but just when he was beginning to think she was a no show, she walked up to him, saying how she wanted to be a “support system” for him. “You really want to be a support system for me? Come back after your twin sister dies.” Amelia may have been close to Finch, and had her own twin, but she still couldn’t understand what he was dealing with, her twin was alive and well. “You only have to babysit me at school, and that’s not where we are, so why don’t you go put your nose in a book somewhere instead of my business where you don’t belong, kid.” The closest to a fresh start for them Quinn could see happening, was simply not talking and staying out of each other’s way.

@benitz786

[Littlefeets]

“Me either.” Laurel said with a smirk as Raph commented that she wouldn’t find him complaining about them being in a group together. “Thanks, I’m dressed up as Rizzo from Grease.” Laurel said with a slight shrug. “An oldie for sure, but a classic musical.” Laurel slowly looked Raph over, honestly with no idea what he was dressed as either. “And what are you? Let me guess, a high school graduate taking a gap year before college, or the most attractive man in the room?” Was it wrong to flirt with her ex, probably. Was it wrong to flirt with an ex, knowing she slept with his brother right after the breakup, definitely. Was Laurel going to flirt with Raph anyway? Hell yes.

@CerealKiller

[Caticorn]

Napoleon Park

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Napoleon smiled as Adonis told him he was glad for him. “Thanks man.” He responded, listening to what his friend was saying next. At the mention of a mouse, he looked around, trying to find the rodent in question. Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to catch a quick glimpse of a tail disappearing behind some furniture. “I don’t have any idea what to expect tonight, but that was definitely a mouse. I feel like something’s going to happen though, something that isn’t particularly good.” Leon told Adonis, confirming his suspicion about the creature. As Adonis was talking about his makeup, Denise walked up and joined them. “Hey Denise,” He greeted her with a small wave once she’d finished talking. “No problem.” He said in response to her thanking him for helping her last month, running his hand through his hair.

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@Kristi - Adonis
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Denise

[astxrism]

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Usually people would feel bad for doing such a thing, giving someone false hope, playing with them… but not Finley. It’s not that he enjoyed hurting Kaya, or anyone else for that matter, he just didn’t understand this situation could be so serious to her. To him it… wasn’t. Maybe they had some fun together but that was all. Fun. Not interrupting her, he just stood there, amused with how speechless she got all of a sudden. Getting her hopes high or whatever the hell he did was fast, but he was also quick to ruin that.

”No strings attached didn’t go anywhere, I still stand by it. I honestly have no idea how you got that text because I did not send it to you,” he replied calmly, shrugging his shoulders. ”You don’t have to say anything, I was just messing with you, Kaya. But I hear Cynric is looking for someone to love, you should hit him up.” Continuing in the same calmly manner, there was a subtle smirk on his face, mentioning his good friend. Maybe he didn’t really want her to do that but what else was he supposed to say. Whatever she was looking for she surely couldn’t get it from Finley. ”Sorry?” With that he walked past her, leaving the girl standing there alone while his mind went to someone else he didn’t even know was there. Not just in this mansion but his school.

What he actually wanted to do now is find his group, especially one girl - Florence. Not looking back, he continued walking down the crowded hallway, people he did not recognize, looking for someone with red hair. It wouldn’t be hard to find her, right? Right. It wasn’t. Spotting her he didn’t waste a second to walk up to her and gently place his hands on sides of her face, pushing her back against the wall as his lips met hers. ”Is this a good way to say sorry?” Mumbling against her lips, he slowly pulled back.

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@/Cerealkiller - Kaya and Florence

[benitz786]

The last few weeks had been… well, do you want Paige to be honest… absolutely boring. It was a constant repeat of sex with random men, sex with random women, partying, and Daniel Parker getting on her ass to go back to London - no thanks cousin dan, mind your own fcking sh!t. Though, that wasn’t the issue - for Paige, life in Beryl was simply… drab. If she didn’t know better, she would have left - but there was a reason for her staying, one that no one really needed to know except for her. In any case, moving back to the fact that Beryl was simply sh!t - first, you had that Fin idiot who truly believed he was doing something with his “bad boy - hate my parents” attitude. God, get over it Fin - the world doesn’t revolve around you and your daddy issues - join the bloody club. Ever since she had won the man’s car, he hadn’t gotten off her ass in giving it back. Moving on, then you had that dude whose name started with an E, one that Paige had only seen in passing since their sex tape - retrospectively that was a good thing because she honestly wasn’t a fan of talking to people she fcked. You also had that Phoebe whatever her last name is who was just a bloody menace. Paige could go on and on about the various people she had met at Beryl over the span of the last few weeks, but honestly, what was the point? They weren’t worth her time. She was simply here for a good time, and to her, that’s all that really mattered.

That was the thought that clouded her mind as the girl looked in the mirror at her boxing gear, the words “Fin: 0 / Paige: 100” written on the back for an extra fck you to the man who had been getting on her last nerves lately. Supposedly there was a haunted house stay-over thing, but knowing Beryl, it would be about as fun as the last party was - meaning, not at all. Perhaps her inclination was to ditch - especially with these group assignments - but Paige was never one to give up on a simple challenge. As she arrived at the party, Paige nodded towards a few people she knew, acknowledging their presence, though hearing someone tell her that they didn’t have to stay because neither was playing the game simply… well… annoyed the hell out of her. “Aww and you came dressed as an angel? How adorable. Really? Tell me - who are you trying to kid or is this supposed to be your version of irony? It’s really just sad.” Paige muttered, looking the girl up and down with a roll of her eyes. Since the moment Paige had met the girl, there was this instant… almost… dislike towards her. Perhaps it was because the two were so similar in every regard, or at least, Annie was seemingly trying really hard to be like Paige. “Don’t get me wrong, Williams. I don’t want to be in this group with you either, but I sure as hell can do it longer than you. Unlike you, I don’t give up so easily,” there was a clear disrespect in her tone as she looked in Annie’s eyes before rolling them and moving towards the two other boys they were “stuck with” - supposedly talking about some family drama Paige had no care in the world about. With a quick, come on boys she led the two further into a corridor - even though she didn’t know where it led before finding herself next to the annoying brunette again. “So tell me, you and Ricky fcking yet or are you too much of a prude?”

@novella - sorry for how long this took

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@Littlefeets - Eddie mentioned
@astxrism - Fin and Phoebe mentioned

[benitz786]

Ignoring someone for months was actually a fcking special skill that should get him gold at the Olympics - especially with Diego. That man made it truly difficult to avoid him - though thankfully, not having classes or extracurriculars together (and not living together) made it just a little bit easier. Diego was always a… well… puppy when it came to things like this. Always around, never just… giving the hell up. Perhaps part of Ricky appreciated it… another, larger, part, however, just wanted to dissociate from Diego altogether. Though, of course, they just had to be in a damn group together making that whole thing that much harder.

There was a twinge of guilt that filled him with the mention of Raph’s car, only because of the way Ricky could read the hurt in his brother’s eyes. That’s why it was so hard to continue this with Diego… he made it all hurt more. Despite that, he kept an emotionless expression as he shrugged. “Nothing’s going on, Diego. I just need a damn break. Do you know how fcking overbearing you can be sometimes,” Okay… maybe that was harsher than he meant it to be but… god… he just… needed this to be easier and the constant bothering from his brother wasn’t making it easier.

Ricky was almost glad when that girl came over to tell them to start moving, the man shooting a look to Annie for a second indicating that this would be a long damn night before walking in silence for a few minutes. Of course, until his brother continued the interrogation. “God Diego, what the fck do you want me to tell you? I’ve been enjoying my damn life. We don’t always have to do every, fcking, thing together. Just do me a favor, let me worry about myself and you can take care of your own problems - like that Phoebe girl I keep hearing sh!t about. Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with being in my business, you would have fcked her already so please, just watch your own damn back because I’m perfectly capable of watching mine.” Perhaps there was an irony saying this when he was currently, physically hurt. Either way… Enrique just wanted him to stop… he wanted everyone to stop. Maybe it was just time for Ricky to be self-destructive, and the last thing he needed was his saint of a brother telling him that he was being an ass.

@Littlefeets

[benitz786]

Amelia Grace - resident sweetheart. Honestly, she had always been known as that, but she truly just wanted to make sure Quinn was okay. She and Quinn had… well… never exactly been friends… but at one point in their lives, they tolerated each other for the sake of his sister, Finch. His sister who… god rest her soul… was one of Amelia’s closest friends. Finch Castillo’s death shook the entire school, but Amelia had honestly been at the top of that list and she knew if the pain killed her, it was likely hurting Quinn more. Finch was, after all, his sister… his twin… and that was a connection that was stronger than most others… something that Amie herself knew.

When Dean Klein told her to watch out for him… Amie wasn’t exactly sure how to approach it… and clearly, he didn’t handle it well telling her to essentially fck off because he didn’t need anyone. Apparently, that sentiment still held true. Here she was trying… trying to honor her friend by taking care of her family and here he was telling her to come back after her sister died. Her features distorted into a sad frown with his words. No matter how much pain he was in, that gave the man no right to wish harm upon others… but as Amelia often did, she didn’t say anything to egg him on about that. “You can keep pushing me away Quinn but I’m not leaving… look… Finch… she meant a lot to everyone here… I just… I’m trying to be someone you can talk to about this because I know it hurts… god… Quinn it hurts… a lot… but you’re not doing anything to honor her memory if you keep acting like this to everyone. What do you think she’d say if she was here right now? Do you think she’d be proud of her brother for acting like… this? Yes… maybe I’m supposed to be there for you in school because Dean Klein told me to but I’m not being forced to do that I just… I want to help because you’re hurting…” Maybe she wasn’t… saying the exact right thing but… she just wanted him to know that he couldn’t scare her away with mean words. She had read about this before - people pushing others away as a defense mechanism… it was a part of grieving and maybe he just needed to know that she wouldn’t give up on him. That someone wouldn’t give up on him.

@Littlefeets - I’m expecting him to go off