The Girl: Dylan Marvil
The Getup: Hospital gown
5:02 AM
Hospital, Westchester, NY
Saturday, December 22nd
Dylan lay in the hospital bed, her heart hurting and head fuzzy. Everything had happened so fast, starting with the blood, ending with a loud EMT bus and too many people surrounding her that she didn't know the names of, no matter how many times they told her. She only wanted Phoenix, that's what she remembered. She had screamed bloody murder until his perfect face came into view, leaking tears and etched with worry. Once they'd gotten to the hospital she had been carted in immediately, the speed with which they pushed the gurney down the bright, blurry hallway almost breakneck.
After that, it was all a blur.
The panic soon set in as she realized she didn't know the baby's fate. Her hands flew to her belly, sighing in relief when she felt the bump still there, protruding from her hips as it should be. With all of the energy she could muster she turned to search for the love of her life, finding him sprawled out in an uncomfortable chair, looking restless.
She immediately felt bad for worrying him, choosing not to wake him just yet.
She lay there in contemplative silence for a while, not knowing how long it was until the nurse came in. She regarded the woman silently, unable to match her infectious grin even though she really wanted to. "Hey Dylan, I'm Laura, your nurse."
"Hi Laura." She croaked back, her throat hoarse from what she assumed was all the screaming.
"So, I want to go over exactly what happened so there is no confusion or worry, okay?" Laura told her slowly, and Dylan had an inkling that this couldn't be good...at all. The way the woman was gripping the clipboard and staring at her pitifully told her all she needed to. "Do you want me to wake him up?" She asked next, and the redheaded teen nodded her assent, smiling weakly at an overtired and flustered Phoenix.
"Hey babe." He said with a small smile, Dylan trying her hardest to return it. But something just didn't feel right.
"Did you know you were carrying twins, Ms. Marvil?" Laura asked, and Dylan shook her head 'no' vehemently, Phoenix eyes widening in response.
"She's what?" The boy questioned next, now fully awake.
Dylan stopped him from saying anything else. Were? "What do you mean was?"
"Well, one of your children died in the womb. That was the bleeding. We managed to save the other one, and we stitched you back up good as new, but we will be needing to keep you here for a few days to make sure everything is okay."
Phoenix stood and immediately went to her side, grasping her hands in his. The young girl silently thanked him for this and leaned against the pillow, sighing. "How did my doctor not know I was carrying twins?"
"We assume, that baby B was directly behind Baby A and therefore there was no way of knowing...I'm really sorry, Dylan."
The redhead nodded weakly as the tears ran down her cheeks, pressing her cheek into Phoenix's hand, hoping the contact would do something for her. It didn't really. She still felt empty, sad. She'd lost something she didn't even know she had in the first place.
Laura turned to excuse herself and Dylan stopped her, needing to know one last thing. "Laura what was it?"
"A little baby girl. She was beautiful." The woman told her wistfully, and she nodded in response, biting on her lip and not caring how much it hurt.
No physical pain compared to this.
The Girl: Merri Lee Marvil
The Getup: Off white Calypso cords, suede ankle boots, red scoop-neck top
The Girl: Avis Daily
The Getup: Flowy black belted Vionnet blouse, white Stella McCartney trousers, pointed toe Casadei pumps, chrome Oscar de la Renta bib necklace
The Girl: Kerri Marvil
The Getup: Grey shift dress, gunmetal fur collar metal jacket, beige Burberry bag, silver bangles, three Oblik waves wrings, grey All Saints scarf, grey Venezia calf boots, grey Opening Ceremony beanie (with poof)
The Girl: Madeline Marvil
The Getup: White knit 'Asiri' Rag & Bone sweater (AN: my middle name is asiri so I died when saw that), white Alexander Wang racerback tee, bleached Balmain denim fisherman pants with embroidery, grey strappy fur sandals, mink scarf
The Place: Hospital
The Time: 7:51 PM
Dylan almost grinned at the sight of her sister's, the two looking very New York and extremely glamorous. It was funny the way they could transition depending on which coast they were on. "Hey guys." She said weakly, everyone's eyes snapping to her at the same time.
"Are you okay?" Madeline asked first, shedding her scarf and crouching by her sister's arms. "We were so worried for you and the baby."
"Yeah," She croaked back, attempting to give them impression that everything was okay. But she wasn't this sucked.
Kerri found her way over next, throwing her jacket onto a nearby chair and joining the other redhead. "We heard there was two."
"Yeah." She croaked again, unsure if she could say anything other than the monosyllabic word.
Her mother wandered over to her side after sending some type of message, (typical), Avis joining her soon after. The eldest Marvil stroked her daughter's hair while Avis tried her hardest to draw humor out of the girl.
Dylan humored them to the best of the best of her ability, which wasn't much, but at least she was trying. As much as she wanted to fall apart and drift into nothingness, she knew she couldn't. She was still going to be a mother, whether she'd lost one of her two or not.
"You guys are coming back to California for the break." Avis told Phoenix offhandedly as Phoenix reentered the room with a tray of assorted Starbuck's drinks, looking ragged at best.
He nodded his assent before picking up the frilliest looking one and taking a delighted sip, his features relaxing. "When do we leave?"
"Well, they're keeping Dylan for two days, just to make sure there's no more complications, but after that we're good to go." Merri-Lee told him, stopping her doting to respond to yet another message.
Instead of responding he set down the tray, the women in the room flocking to it like free Chanel, pulling up a chair to Dylan's bedside. "Babe you okay?" He asked softly, picking up a pale hand and pressing his lips to it.
"As okay as I can be right now." She responded solemnly before she pressed her lips tight, willing the tears to dry up on their own.
"I love you," He offered, wishing he could make it all go away with a kiss or a wish on a star.
"I love you more."
The Girl: Jenna Stewart
The Getup: White Joseph tee, army green Joseph parka, normal wash 'Breathless' MiH jeans, brown suede cuffed Ash ankle boots, light pink Faliero Sarti scarf, black Ray Ban wayfarers, black wholesale 2.55 Chanel bag
The Place: Thomas Residence
The Time: 11:13 PM
"So...you called me over here for what?" Jenna questioned, her interest piqued. When she'd seen the words urgent flashing at her annoyingly from the screen of her iPhone, the brunette had wanted to turn the phone over and go back to her homework-filled Saturday night, but she'd thought better of it, and now she was wondering if she had buyer's remorse.
"I think you and Tam should be cool." The boy responded, looking anxious and a touch worried. "Why?" The brunette snapped, her hands folding neatly on her hips.
"Because, she's a really awesome girl, and I really want the two of you to be friends." He told her calmly, his eyes searching hers for any signs of backing down.
"Yeah I bet." The brunette spat cooly, her dark eyes flashing in irritation. "When would I even have time to be friends with her?"
"She's in Carl's room now." He responded slowly, fearful of the wrath he knew the girl possessed.
"So, you set me up?"
"I don't want to call it tha-"
"You set me up." She interrupted, glaring.
"Kind of, yes." He admitted, reaching out to pull her to him. She allowed him to pull her into a soft kiss before releasing her to retrieve what she assumed was this irritating girl that she refused to play nice with.
Tam.
She appeared moments later and Jenna inhaled sharply as she practiced the name in her head, hoping that it would make her feel better if she made her psyche familiar with liking her. It didn't. She possibly even hated her more than when she'd attempted to the unnecessary ritual.
The younger girl gave her a once over, fighting to keep a disdainful sneer off of her face. The girl wore a plaid t-shirt, open to expose her ample breasts that were barely covered in a white cami, her legs sucked into a pair of light wash jeans and a brown monogram Louis Vuitton 'Speedy' hung from her arm. How tacky.
"Hello." She began cordially, her gaze unwavering and intense.
"Hey Jenna." Tamra tried, attempting to be sweet but Jenna saw through her whole entire 'angle' she was trying to play. Become friends with the girlfriend and then wipe her from the face of the earth.
The brunette faux-smiled at her, her lips stretching over her teeth in an almost scary way. Oh, two could play at this game.
The Girl: Kristen Gregory-Sloane
The Getup: Hunter green sheer loose fitting v-neck Humanoid tee, green military Uniqlo jacket, black J Brand skinnies, silver Chanel, cork and leather Repetto wedges, tan thatch pattern tote
The Girl: Alicia Rivera
The Getup: Peachy sheer top, grey Dickens blazer, light wash ripped boyfriend jeans, yellow argyle socks, Christian Louboutin 'Mary Jane's', honey colored 'Heloise' bag, Carrera 'Daytona' aviator shades
3:02 PM
Westchester Mall, Westchester, NY
Sunday, December 23rd
"So Leesh, how are you doing?" The blonde questioned as they perused the racks at Bloomie's, searching for the perfect outfits.
"I'm managing." Alicia struggled to reply, forcing a grin on her face. She wouldn't cry...and she doubted anything would come out even if she did. She'd been crying almost every moment of the past few days, even the twins not enough to bring her back to reality.
"Barely." Kristen noted with a small sigh, throwing an arm around the girl's shoulder. "You're gonna be okay, you know."
"Says who?" The latina questioned petulantly, her lip quivering again. She resisted the urge to grab and stuff it in her mouth, biting on it instead.
"I dunno," Kristen began, screwing up her face in thought. "But you're Alicia Rivera. Nothing makes you upset."
"I know...it just sucks you know?"
"A lot of things suck."
"Especially boys."
Alicia nodded dumbly as she agreed softly. "Especially boys."
{Block Estate; 4:06}
The two girls entered the Block estate with matching grins, the worst forgotten as they each toted an absurd amount of bags on each arm. "I see you girls had fun." William Block commented as he bypassed them into the kitchen, his voice now directed at Heath.
The two were just about to take their spoils to be fawned over by Mass and Claire themselves before they heard the voices escalate, William shouting something excitedly about a 'family vacation'. They shared looks of indifference and confusion, shrugging and continuing on their way.
"Hey Mass, when's the family vacae?" Kristen asked as she entered first, setting her bags against a wall.
The brunette alpha narrowed her eyes at her from where she sat, the white desk which held most of her school things, and asked, "The what?"
"The family vacae." She repeated as if Massie didn't hear her so well. "You know, the one your dad's talking to Heath about now."
"Oh my god." She said slowly, before catapulting for her chair. "This cannot happen."
The Girl: Massie Block
The Getup: Navy blue ruffled sleeve Mango blouse, black The Row 'Kensington' blazer, black The Row leather leggings, black Christian Louboutin Pigalle pumps, black Derek Lam clutch, gold Chanel vintage charm bracelet
The Place: Block Estate
The Time: 4:15
"Dad! We absolutely cannot leave the twenty-seventh." Massie cried as she plopped down into a chair across from the Heath, his amusement barely contained. She almost stuck her tongue out but thought better of it, focusing her anger on her father instead.
"Well why not?" William questioned, seating himself at the breakfast nook with them.
It took Massie a moment to regain her previous level of anger considering she hadn't seen her father anywhere around her house since her mom took off. It was a little unnerving at best. "Be- cause, I'm an alpha and I have, have, have, to be at Odessa's party on the twenty-eighth!" She whined, hoping she was close to forcing him to crack. But by the look on his face, he wasn't.
He stared at her contemplatively and nodded, grinning at her with his 100-watt smile that her mom fell in love with. "I think it's kind of nice that you're in some kind of sorority honey. I didn't know you could do that so young, but you have to-"
"Dad!" She hollered in response effectively cutting him off. "I'm an alpha, not apart of a sorority."
"Can't your 'alpha duties' wait until we get back from Miami?" He questioned, Massie's face quirking in an involuntary smile. Miami?
"Jay and Judi are coming." He said next and her face fell imperceptibly. She didn't want more chaperones. "Along with Claire and Todd."
"I expected that." She murmured, glancing over at Heath to see his smile broadening as he watched her face contort.
'Fuck you' she mouthed rudely, crossing her arms over her chest and slouching down. She just could not miss this party. It was like declining an invitation from the queen herself.
"It'll be a great time, I promise." William said with a broad grin, looking slightly upset at his daughter's demeanor. So he fixed it the only way he knew how. "I got you a black card just for the occasion."
Massie rolled her eyes before allowing a smile to light up her features. "Okay fine."
The Girl: Claire Lyons
The Getup: Black, red and grey oversized Alexander Wang sweater, black Marc by Marc Jacobs coat, black J Brand denim skinnies, patterned Melissa wedges, honey Chanel 'St. Tropez' flap bag
The Girl: Layne Abeley
The Getup: Black Proenza Schouler oversized sweater, green khaki jacket with leather sleeves,houndstooth bodycon skirt, black All Saints 'Jules' biker boots, black Mulberry 'Del Ray' bag
The Place: Coffee Shop
The Time: 5:06
"Long time no see." Claire said weakly as she gave her old friend the once over, noticing that not much had changed. She was still quirky Layne, with the weird outfits albeit a tons more fashionable than before.
"You can say that twice." The girl said with a small grin, her used to be dark hair now almost blonde.
"I like that color on you." She commented, feeling a tad awkward. It was as if they hadn't spent endless nights on the phone, laughing about Massie and making fun of girls like Kori and Strawberry. Now it was like they were trying to mend something that had gone irrevocably wrong.
But it hadn't. There was no fights...no dramatics...no harsh words. Just different schools and new spheres of life.
"Thanks. You look..." She searched for the word. "Different."
Claire just blinked back, not knowing what to say. "Thanks...I think."
Layne nodded in response, sipping on her tea that had gone cold waiting for the girl in front of her. "I saw you on E!"
"You watch E!" Claire questioned, her eyes widening. Maybe some things do change. "Oh god, no. Harris was watching after Cam told him about your new beau."
"That's actually why I wanted to talk to you." The blonde said with a weak grin, knowing now wasn't the time to ask favors. Not so early.
"Shoot."
"Things are like awkward between me and Cam since we got back together, and since he's been acting so much like Harris lately..."
"You want advice?" She asked in her high, ugly laugh, Claire grinning as she waited for the snort. It came and she laughed along, for a second transported to a different world. A world where they were still close.
"Fuck him...a lot." She said with a shrug, grinning at her toothily.
"You?" Claire asked, her eyes wide and surprised. She couldn't see Layne as a sexual being or anything close to it.
Layne took another sip of her tea, looking at her from behind the tea cup. "Yeah."
"Since?"
"Like...September?"
"Oh wow..."
"Yeah." "Did it hurt?"
"I think that's everyone's first question," She mused with a faraway grin, recalling the memory. Her face contorted and she let out a small noise before shaking her head clear. "Yeah, it hurt. And it was awkward as fuck."
"Isn't Harris like a sex god?"
"I mean..." She took a second to blush crimson.
"Yeah. But there's nothing really sexy about thefirst time. I didn't know what to do. I just laid there."
"I don't think I'm ready for that..." Claire responded, feeling awkward and young.
"Oh god, Cam isn't either." She rushed to amend her earlier instructions. "I was kidding. You should just get back to the lovey-dovey stuff. The hugging and kissing and watching movie stuff."
"Sounds like how we used to be."
"Yeah totally. He's a total weirdo without you."
Claire giggled at this and started in on the blueberry muffin she'd bought upon arrival.
"How's Massie?"
"Evil and crazy as always." She joked, Layne smiling in response.
"I heard she has a brother now."
"Yeah, he's pretty hot."
The girl's eyes widened, grinning at her. "Seriously?"
"Like actually. It's almost scary."
The almost-blonde leaned back in contemplation before breaking into another broad grin. "I'm really glad we did this Claire."
"Me too."
The Girl: Dylan Marvil
The Getup: Grey yoga pants, purple cami, polka dotted slippers
9:20 AM
Merri Lee's Apartment, Los Angeles, California
Monday, December 24th
"A tree mom? Really?" The young redhead asked as she curled up on the buttery sofa, pulling a throw over her legs.
"Well, of course, Merri Lee responded breezily, grinning at her daughter from her blackberry. "Edith will be over in a few."
"But, I don't want to do Christmas stuff." She sighed, strumming her fingers over her belly in thought. Her baby kicked lightly and she grinned, glad at least one was still alive in her. Her heart sank slightly as the thoughts continued to permeate her atmosphere, wanting to fall back into the dark abyss that she'd just managed to pull herself out of.
"We have to stay happy. Dr. Ahn said the best way is to stay happy." Merri Lee said with a smile, the redhead fixing her hair into a tight bun. "Edith will be over with a tree and breakfast within the next 20 minutes, then Madeline and Kerri will come pick you up and take you shopping after."
Dylan bit back a groan. Her mother was having people watch her like she was a child about to run with scissors. It wasn't like she would throw herself off of a building or anything. She still had someone to live for.
"Phoenix's tonight?" Her mom asked as she opened the door to leave, the girl nodding quickly before tuning the channel to Lifetime. She already knew this would be a long day.
Edith breezed in right on time, as expected in, ushering in some muscled men, carrying a tree that was nearly the size of her. She wore a yellow draped top that the girl recognized to be Roland Mouret, dark wash Citizens that the redhead herself had, suede yellow Elie Saab t-bar peeptoes and an Hermes clutch. She was fashionable, yet something about the yellow on yellow left something to be desired.
"Hey Edith."
"Dylan." She responded with a grin, setting a whole wheat bagel in front of her. Dylan almost snorted at her. She didn't even know what counting calories meant anymore.
"I hear you're here to babysit me and make sure I don't 'accidentally' fall of a ledge."
The woman smiled at her, revealing her young age. "Something like that."
{7:29 PM}
The Girl: Dylan Marvil
The Getup: Spaghetti strapped empire waist maxi dress, black J Crew sandals, brown monogram 'Tivoli GM' bag, black open cardigan
The Girl: Gia Violet
The Getup: Vintage sleeveless jean vest, beige floral shorts, peach Pied a Terre Lesia flatform shoes, Kate Spade 'Pool Party' clutch
The Place: Daily House
"Woah, you're getting big." Gia commented as she entered the room, observing Dylan from her place at the threshold.
"Thanks." The redhead responded sharply, gazing at her intently. She found the strange emotion flit across her face again, she realized it was almost sadness, and she wondered why.
"Where's Levi?" She questioned and Dylan almost asked her who in the world she was talking about.
"He's doing last minute Christmas shopping with Zoe." She answered, forcing a smile to her thin lips. She wanted to ask her what she was doing there, however the girl provided her with the answer before asking had become necessary.
"I'm dropping off a Christmas present for…the baby."
She watched the emotion shift across her face again and the redhead felt her heart clench in her chest. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." Gia stammered out, her tan skin heating up in embarrassment.
"Just tell me. I'm gonna find out anyways." She insisted, crossing her hands over stomach and staring her down intently.
"It's really nothing…it's just it could've been me you know?"
Dylan's eyes widened at this and she sat up fully, ready to stand if need be. "In what way?"
"He didn't tell you?" She asked incredulously, mumbling harsh words under her breath.
"Tell me what, exactly?" Dylan asked, her voice soft and deadly.
"That I got pregnant too…but I got rid of mine. He wasn't too into the idea of being a dad you know. I'm glad he-"
"Wait, you were pregnant with his child?" The girl asked, her eyes wide and angry.
"Yeah." Gia admitted, her dark eyes forced to the ground.
Dylan grinned at her, struggling to keep composure. "Thanks for the gift, and thanks for telling me. You've been awesome."
Gia looked at her hopefully, "Really?"
Her eyes narrowed fractionally and she wanted to hiss and spit, but she held it back, replying "Yeah, really."
The Guy: Josh Hotz
The Getup: Dark wash Abercrombie jeans, Nike dunks, dark Ralph Lauren polo
The Girl: Corrie Alyce Edwards
The Getup: Grey Markus Lupfer sweater with sequin collar, white boyfriend blazer, light pink Seven skinnies, brown patent leather Rupert Sanderson heels, dark brown Proenza Schouler 'PS1' bag
3:53 AM (10:53 PM EST)
41 Hotel London, London, UK
Tuesday, December 25th
"Merry Christmas." Josh said to no one as he sat in the lobby, unable to sleep and frustrated at his current predicament. It was 10:53 in Westchester right now. Sleeping wasn't even something he would be considering until the sun was well up in the sky. Although he'd been there for three days, his body still ran as if it was where he knew he belonged.
"Merry Christmas to you too." A voice responded with a smile and the boy whipped his head to find the source, staring into the face of a girl with the most gorgeous hair he'd ever seen. It was curly in that just-came-from-the-beach way and her accent made him want to take her with him right that second.
He flashed his 1000-watt smile at her, and watched as she slightly swooned under his gaze, the boy finding his newfound power intensely satisfying. "And I thought I was spending it alone."
Her eyes batted at him seductively and he briefly wondered if she was some kind of prostitute, taught to lure young, wealthy boys in like himself. "Not if you stick with me."
"Are you propositioning me?" He asked frankly, squaring his shoulders and gazing at her.
"I mean if you want to bang me, you can just say it." She answered as if she was taking offense to something and Josh began to wonder what sort of game she was playing at.
"I never said-"
She laughed before pulling her blazer tighter over her thin frame. "Relax, I'm only having a go at you."
"So you don't want me?" He questioned, even more confused.
"I mean, you're pretty fit for an American." She replied, and Josh felt himself getting irritated as she found ways to further fuck up the conversation. He didn't want to talk anymore…but there was something else he could think of doing to the delectable thing.
"What's your room number?" He asked bluntly and her eyes flickered in amusement.
"Why? Are you looking for nookie?" She asked playfully, stepping closer and overwhelming him with her perfume.
His eyes hardened and his asshole demeanor settled like it had never left. "Don't tell me that's not what you want to."
"I never said-"
"Good. Room number."
"A man that's in control." She said with a nod, grinning slightly. "117."
"Be there in 10."
{40 minutes later}
"Oh fuck yes!" The girl moaned underneath him, matching him thrust for thrust as he punished her body, his pace breakneck and unforgiving.
He was fucking like he hated her, and in a way he did. He didn't even know this girl's name and he was balls deep inside of her while his mother was tucked away in the penthouse, none the wiser. He wanted to feel like a horrible son, but the tongue on his neck distracted him from that.
"Oh, gods! Deeper." She cried, her arms winding around his neck, searching for his lips. He kissed her fiercely before thrusting as hard as he could; surprised he hadn't broken her thin frame from the force. The girl however, seemed to love it, urging him on and bucking around him like a wild woman.
She was a little too enthusiastic for his tastes, and nothing about it read passion, but he would admit that this was the most relieved and relaxed he'd felt in ages.
The girl clenched around his shaft within a matter of moments and he came soon after, rolling off of her once he was finished.
"I'm Corrie by the way." She said with a small grin, only her bottom half covered by the thin sheet covering her amazing body.
Josh grinned at her from his position next to her, bringing her into a kiss before rising from the bed, promising to visit tomorrow.
He wouldn't.
A/N: okay. Im super tired. im sorry if this is kinda short guys! Okay onto replies.
Kristenlover: I think you and KristenH8r should become friends. Lol. & aww yeah, massie never gets in trouble. & Kresse for the win!
Hawtjuicyaddict: haha, im glad he's fitting in too! & yes! Many point of views. I have a lot of interesting plans for him.
F13ns: no cliffie this time! Seeee! Lol.
BrownEyedBeauty: lol see, she stayed in her place! & NEXT chapter clam. Haha. Can't you see the juicy buildup! Claire might just be doing something fun.
KristenH8r: haha. Everybody loved that she was a good girl! Haha, but I fixed the whole thing so all is well! Haha. & yeah Kristen has really changed since then. & they'll heat up soon enough. No worries.
Thisgirlontheotherstuff: Massington: haha, he really is. & I agree with you! Jolicia: mmm, Alicia and heath? Really? I'll look into it. Kresse: haha, wont it be great to see who kemp ends up with next? Dyleonix: aww see no baby loss. Well kind of not. Jennter: yeah I know. They're in the cut. & I will check it out pronto! Ive just been super duper busy!
Thatgurlangela: awww, Jolicia will eventually be okay I think. Dylan: no worriess! Claire: I love aggressive Claire too! & thanksss girl. You should deff see the movie. Im sure it'll be good.
Amazingxlivexlovexlaughx3: lol they love to have sex, so let's see what Leesh does when she get's all frustrated. And Im liking you Clam ideas haha. & see Im not forgetting!
Jazzy: im nottt!lol.
Runningthroughmydreamsx3: haha of course! & I don't do that…ever. Haha. It was really that good. & aww really?! That makes me happy. And keep it up! I saw you shouted me out and I was HELLA pressed. Lls.
Iheartme104: hey darling! Obviously im awake from my nappy and im feeling pretttyyy good. Haha. Alicia: only teared up?! Damn I need to make you cry! Sike. Haha. But im glad you thought it was sweet cus that was what I was really going for. & are we voting yes for Alicia & heath (make up a couple name, cus I cannot). Lls. Kristen: hhaha, liking kris ftw! & concise in a bad way? & hahahah, he'll prolly fuck up at some point. Dylan: hahah im so SNEAKY.
Dani likes to cheer: lol, they were twins…just in a different way. Haha. & yeah she is? And ohhhh, we haven't had a good love triangle since robin-kemp-kris. Ahhh…interesting.
How to forget: haha you did! I missed you! Jenna: lol I love them together! & haha she doesn't wanna go away. & lmao you know how boys are. Massie: it will happen soon enough! Pinky promise! Kristen: hahah I love them together. Alicia: hahha, should her and heath get a little thing going on? Claire: hahaha, she's great. Im really enjoying the Clam thing. Dylan: aww I knowww. She'll be okay though!
ChocolateSkittles: I like yu too haha, and yayy! Im glad it seemed like making love. Since that was the point and whatnot. & Kremp: It was so sad to end, but I had to. & any votes on couple names?! & PHOENIX is life.
Kk so I love yall! New chap coming soon. Love you guys! Bye!