School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

"It won't be eternal," He sighed. "Things will be okay,"

"How do you know?"

"I don't honey. I just need to have faith that it will,"

"Of course," his eyes were closed, he was just soaking up the sun.

Lillian closed her eyes and felt her exhaustion take over her body as she fell asleep on top of Darren, at he beach.

Beach naps! That sounded like a good enough idea to Darren that he drifted off too.

It was a great idea, let's be real here. Now the question is, sunburns?

That was my plan… yeah.

Sounds good then.

Darren woke up and yawned.

Lillian let out a little yawn as her eyes slowly blinked open.

"Gooood morning," he mumbled.

"It's not morning," Lillian muttered back.

"Yeah but that's what I say when I wake up,"

"I know babe, it's just fun correcting you."

“Rood,” He said with a smile.

Lillian giggled, "What? It's amusing."

"Still rood though," he smiled

Lillian smiled, "But you love it."

"I love you," he corrected.

"It won't be eternal," He sighed. "Things will be okay,"

"How do you know?"

"I don't honey. I just need to have faith that it will,"

She turned her cheek into his hair and breathed a long sigh. "La plage est si belle, n'est-ce pas?"

He smiled, "Il est. Pas aussi beau que toi,"

She blushed shyly. "Vraiment?"

She blushed shyly. "Vraiment?"

"Oui my darling. You're lovely,"

"I love you," he corrected.

Lillian blushed, "Well I love you."

"Merci," she replied quietly. She thought for a moment. "You are the first one to really welcome me here. In America. Everyone else just tried to take advantage of me or thought I was strange."

"I love you," he corrected.

Lillian blushed, "Well I love you."

"I love you more,"

"I love you most."

"Merci," she replied quietly. She thought for a moment. "You are the first one to really welcome me here. In America. Everyone else just tried to take advantage of me or thought I was strange."

"I don't know why they would do that to you. You're a very good person,"

"Merci," she replied quietly. She thought for a moment. "You are the first one to really welcome me here. In America. Everyone else just tried to take advantage of me or thought I was strange."

"I don't know why they would do that to you. You're a very good person,"

"I've found that Americans don't usually… judge people based on their beliefs and values. More their outward appearance. Which is why the popular girls took a liking to me, I believe."

"Hmm… I think people should get to know someone. Don't judge a book by it's cover,"

"Most people say that, but they don't act on it, do they?" Fleur inquired, looking out across the waves.

"No, I guess they don't," he sighed deeply and broke the hug to sit down.