Teagan

*Her palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy there's vomit on her sweater already moms spaghetti, she's nervous, but on the surface she's calm and ready, to drop bombs, but she keeps on forgetting what she wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud, She opens her mouth but the words won't come out. She's choking, how? everybodys choking now, The clock runs out times up! Overblaow! Snap back to reality ope, there goes gravity ope, there goes rabbit, she choked.*

You: can I- I lay in ur bed? Him: *doesn’t look at you* yeah, whatever

*lays in his bed*

*you hear him whisper something to himself and he turns his head a bit*