School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

(Where did the series come from?!)

(? What?)

(What)

(I'm so confused.)

(Sorry you're confusion confuses me)

(XD Can someone help me with Fleur? I'm sorry if I'm annoying about this!)

(To quote Darren from forever ago…. We. Don't. Care. What. You. Do. To. Get. Your. Character. In. There.)

(I don't think I used so many periods but yeah… that was basically it)

(You didn't, but I wanted to be dramatic!)

(Good job)

(OH! I have a replacement idea! Ignore my thing about Fleur going into her room.)

(okay)

(Okay then!)

Fleur knocked on the door. (To Lillian and Darren's room.) "Hello?"

Darren's head snapped up, "Yee? Who is it?"

Lillian sat back onto the palms of her hands. She would let Darren handle this.

"Room service," Fleur replied, shifting her weight around uncomfortably. She hated this job.

He sighed and hopped up to answer the door. "Hey," he smiled.

Fleur jumped when a boy actually opened the door for her. "Oh, hello," she replied, all of her words entwined with a delicate French accent.

He smiled and stepped aside, he couldn't help but be a gentleman.

Lillian watched from the bed still sitting back, they didn't actually ask for room service did they?

No they hadn't… but Darren wasn't one to question the process unless it was a little more sketchy than 'Room Service'.

Lillian shrugged as she rolled her weight to the front of her body. She rested on her knees, it was just room service after all.

Fleur stepped inside. "Is there anything that you need?" she asked, looking around.

(I want to cry, but I cannot. People will. ask questions)

(*Sing that in the spider pig theme song tune)

(What's going on Dare?)

(Wait, lol.)

(I want to cry, but I cannot. People will. ask questions)

(What? What do you mean?)

(What's going on Dare?)

(I. Don't. Know. I won't try to kill myself this time though)

(O-O)