The Motorcyclists of Our Irredeemable Future. (Private RP with @Skylark)

Brenna looked at Kendall. "I thought we could just hang out, yeah."

Kendall smiles. "Sounds good to me."

Brenna smiled back. "Great! Just a warning, my house is kinda boring, but it's home."

(reeEEE)

(ahhhh hi sorry)

Kendall chuckled. "I can say the same for mine, you're good."

(ahahaha hi)

Brenna grinned and shrugged. "Good, then we're in the same boat."

"You're lucky, though," Kendall said, grinning. "You have a yard."

"Hardly. It's just a small patch of grass where my mailbox stands."

"Hey, that's something. I live in a fourth-floor apartment with a teeny tiny balcony."

Brenna chuckled. "Then you should come over to stretch out sometimes. That sounds really cramped."

"Sounds good to me, there's barely enough room to dance and it drives me crazy when I'm up late."

Brenna chuckled. "Just like I thought, too."

(Heyyyyyyyyyyyy Skylark!)