Lillian nodded and followed him up. She slowly felt herself come off the adrenaline high.
Darren entered his room and pulled his shirt over his head and changed his pants to gym shorts. He’d taken to sleeping in these more often so he wouldn’t over heat.
She had been practicing this one for a little bit but she wasn't a master of it yet. However she did perfect the end. "There, stuck the landing, nailed it."
Lillian walked over and changed into a tank and pajama shorts. Summer was awful sometimes, she looked over at Darren.
“That one was cute,” he smiled a little.
Lillian walked over and changed into a tank and pajama shorts. Summer was awful sometimes, she looked over at Darren.
Darren flopped down on the bed and groaned.
Lillian laughed a little as she laid down near him, "What is it now babe?"
“That one was cute,” he smiled a little.
"I'm not the best at it yet but it's getting there." She smiled.
Lillian laughed a little as she laid down near him, "What is it now babe?"
“Just…” he groaned again realizing he didn’t have a good reason.
“That one was cute,” he smiled a little.
"I'm not the best at it yet but it's getting there." She smiled.
“Indeed,” he nodded.
"I wish I could get you to sing more often."
Lillian laughed again and nuzzled up against him, "It's fine. I love you Dare."
"I wish I could get you to sing more often."
“All you have to do is ask,”
"Weren't you working on some collection of songs? I remember hearing a snippet of it once."
(http://loveofmode.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/IMG_0574.jpg)
“Absolutely,” he smiled. “Also I’m meeting Belle and Ryan for dinner later on. Just so you know,”
"Oh." She wasn't quite sure how to respond. Did he want her to come? Maybe not…
He wasn’t sure what he wanted, “Don’t worry, I just thought you should know,”
"Do you… want me to come?" she asked quietly, already regretting having asked.
It put him in an awful position so he gave the typical Anderson answer to not hurt peoples feelings, “It’s up to you. Whatever you want,”
"I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable," she replied, brushing her hair behind her ear despite her stylish beret.
"Weren't you working on some collection of songs? I remember hearing a snippet of it once."
“Yeah I was. That was just for the hecc of it I guess,”
"I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable," she replied, brushing her hair behind her ear despite her stylish beret.
“Right,” Cooper nodded as he walked out to the car.
"Would you be willing to repeat it? From what I heard, it was really pretty." She smiled.
Lillian laughed again and nuzzled up against him, "It's fine. I love you Dare."
“Love you too,” he flicked the TV on and yawned again.
"Would you be willing to repeat it? From what I heard, it was really pretty." She smiled.
He sighed softly, now he felt put on the spot. But, nonetheless, he got up and grabbed a folder, taking it back and sitting back down.
Her smile brightened, she loved to hear him sing.
Lillian's attentioned turned to the TV, "Don't plan on sleeping yet?"
(OKAY I HAVE A REALLY SAD IMAGINE THAT ACTUALLY MADE ME CRY IF SOMEONE WANTS TO HEAR IT.)
(I DO)
(OKAY COOL)
So, basically, it's like 10+ years in the future, the kids are probably like 11 or 12 and B&B are surrounded. The house has cops and scientists everywhere around it. They're demanding that Belle hand herself over or they'll kill her family, then kill her. They have five minutes to decide. They're all stood outside on the porch and Ryan is begging her not to do it because he can't do this without her. She steps onto the lawn and with tears streaming down her face, sings the last song I linked (dis one https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=https://m.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DmWYTenS5Xjs&ved=2ahUKEwjQ7YiPv4zgAhWRPN8KHYkxCVMQyCkwAHoECAoQBA&usg=AOvVaw3I6URXCFGzIEOLdX6cQl2D) and just smiles at him. She manages one last 'I love you' before she's impaled through the heart and crumples to the ground, dead. Everyone else, now satisfied, disapates, leaving Ryan and the kids to deal with the dead body. And, through heavy tears, Ryan returns an 'I love you too'.
Yeah…I shouldn't be allowed to have this kind of imagination.
(….I just. Wow.)
Apparently my imagination loves making me cry.
(Same though.)
(I stg I’m in public and trying not to cry why are you mean)
I shouldn't be allowed to write this stuff
(Nooooo don't cry!)
