School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

(It's was a mix of softball, kickball, but with a dodgeball. And a metal bat. I was the first on my team to make it home and assisted 2 home (1 guy 2 times). But we lost, badly.)

“Well it’s your birthday and I’m happy you’re alive so… happy birthday,”

Lillian smiled up at him. The first time she actually thought someone was being genuine while saying the ever so common phrase, "Thanks."

(Lol but you carried your team. Good job quarterback)

(Yay! Still hate sports)

“Of course,” he laced their fingers together and walked to a table where the cake sat.

(Cake!)

(FOOOD!)

(“foooood!” Darren exclaimed. He was getting hangry)

(Lol I'm at lunch.)

“Of course,” he laced their fingers together and walked to a table where the cake sat.

Lillian held her smile as she let Darren lead her to the table.

(Hello? Did I kill this?)

(No sorry. Yo estoy occupado hoy)

(Ah si. Yo comprendo.)

(HELLO!)

(Hi!)

(HEYO!)

(I LOVE YOU AND I'M HERE NOW)

(AWWWWWWWWWW YEET!)

(Yeah, I'm busy and stuff. Depression and school. Yay!)

(Yay! I feel ya man.)

(ANyhow, where did we leave off?)

“Of course,” he laced their fingers together and walked to a table where the cake sat.

Lillian held her smile as she let Darren lead her to the table.

(I keep imagining all these characters dying horrifically. Is that bad?)

(Not really? Do you know why?)

(Someday they will)

(I mean the way their lives are going. Oh they so will.)

“Of course,” he laced their fingers together and walked to a table where the cake sat.

Lillian held her smile as she let Darren lead her to the table.

He looked around with a concerned look, "Finn, where are the candles…"
"What're candles? The fire sticks? I… uhhh… used 'em all," Finn smiled innocently.

(Shade: No I don't. Not really.
Ty: Shut up. Don't make me have more of an existential crisis than I already am.)

(Yo, don't scold me this way)

(Fuckin' make me bitch.)