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It’s okay, Sara is the name of one of calyhuge’s charries, I only know cuz I haunted this forum before I joined. You’re good.
Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh. That makes so much more sense XD Thanks!!
how dare you steal my name!!! lol jk
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333Livia
She gave Lukas a high five and lowered her eyes, smiling to herself.
“I think I may have gone a little overboard…” she laughed, “but the expression on his face was worth everything!”
“No kidding,” Lukas shook his head.
And then a thought crossed her mind. “Wait. I think we have a problem.”
Lukas tilted his head to the side. “What?”
Liv shook her head. “I don’t know how to dance.”
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333Lukas
“I don’t know how to dance.”
Lukas chuckled. “Well, you’re in good company. I don’t know how to dance either.”
“I can teach you!”
Lukas gave Fynn’s grinning face a smirk. “Um, I’ll pass on that.”
“Aw, come on. I’m a wonderful dancer. Let me demonstrate.”
Lukas closed his eyes and threw out his hands. “No, no. Please don’t.”
Callie chuckled. “Yeah, you probably shouldn’t.”
“Nobody appreciates my unique style of dancing, do they?”
Lukas sighed. “‘Unique’ is one way of putting it.”
“Hey, you know what would be fun? We should all take a dance class before the dance a couple days from now.” Callie spun around to face them, a smile on her lips. “We could invite a few other people too. What do you guys think?”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Lol!! Fynn XD
Livia
“That would be fun,” Liv said slowly, contemplating it. If she was going to go to the dance, she might as well learn how to, well, dance. “Where are the classes?”
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333Callista
“Um, I believe I saw a sign when we were walking through here earlier. If I remember right, they’re being taught by the dance instructor from the school. Actually you know what…” she pulled out her phone. “I’ll be right back.”
After a minute or so, she returned. “Alright. I found the instructor’s website and I’m filling out a form to sign us up. So far four of us are going.” She tapped on the screen. “I guess we could go try to find a few other students to ask.” She shrugged. “I’m just not sure who to invite.”
Callie thought about inviting Chase to come along with them, but he already said he wasn’t going to the dance and she had no idea where he had run off to. Maybe if she saw him again she’d ask him to at least take the lessons with them. Callie was afraid of him feeling left out or ignored… because she knew how that felt…
@beth-torres This would be a good time for you characters to join our group if you want. That is, if your charries are willing to take dance lessons… 😏😂Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
HmMmMM… the only thing is, my characters aren’t going with anyone to the dance, so I don’t think they’ll have to know how. I could write that Alina dared Evania to do it very badly and look funny on purpose for like 50 dollars?
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
Oh, ok, gotcha.
Lol, that’d be funny. 😂
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
He he. 😄 Ima do it.
Evania
“Want to take dance lessons?” Evania asked jokingly.
They’d passed by a sign announcing there would be dance lessons soon, along with the form to sign up.
Alina grinned, almost mischievously.
“You can.”
“I was kid-”
Alina came to a halt.
“I’ll give you fifty dollars.”
Evania stopped by her sister, giving her a puzzled look.
“Okay. But I know how to dance. Are you expecting a show?”
“Why yes.” Alina nodded. “Pretend you can’t dance and put on for me the worst, most ridiculous, show you can imagine… for fifty dollars.”
Evania giggled at the thought.
“Fine!” She said, smiling.
It was done. The spoken contract between the sisters, along with the form, was signed.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
Marcel
Chase trembled slightly, eyes blood red.
Marcel didn’t even blink. He fingered a bead bracelet on his arm, thoughtful. “You think about that… a lot.”
It was a statement, not a question.
Babs
Babs swallowed the last of her burger, and brushed the crumbs off her skirt. “…Thanks. Um, I’ll join PE with you. If I don’t find anything else that would be better for the learning’s sake.”
She studied her new friend with a smile, dimples glowing. “And if you’ll defend me to the death in dodgeball.”
Calligripho can go next 😊
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Chase Duke
Chase pulled his sleeve down. The red in his eyes slowly faded back to black.
“Only every time I pull up my hood, only every time I look at the back of my hand. Only every time I see a mother smiling at her child.” Chase let out a deep breath. “Only every time I feel alone.” He looked away, a sorrowful expression in his face. “Basically, all the time.”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Marcel
Marcel’s voice was so quiet, it could have belonged on a tape. “Maybe you should try… thinking about something else?”
Before Chase could retort, the young Guardian raised his hands defensively. “Look. Watch.”
He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had talked so much about himself, or someone else. His face was flushed from the effort, but he went all in – and snapped his fingers.
A soft breeze whipped up. His jacket whipped up too, as if he were falling through the air – although he still sat securely on the chair. He almost let his consciousness fall too, before he clenched his fists and twisted his six wings around himself.
They fell back, and he transformed.Into a smashed, broken being, with a green light pulsing behind his eyelids. With nothing but a swirling hole for a center, like a black hole.
It hurt.
With another finger snap, he was Marcel again. Normal, with warm cheeks and bubblegum curls.
He balanced his chin on his hands, and gave a shrug. “You process your trauma however you want. I have my own methods. And I’m sorry about your mother – I’ve seen death too. But if that’s the only thing you soak yourself in, that’s a pretty limited perspective.”
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Chase Duke
“I don’t soak myself in death.” His features contorted in concentration as he formed a picture with his eyes. A woman, middle-aged but with deep lines of care worn into her dirty face. Her brown hair was curly and tangled, her eyes vambrant with green, though blood trickled down her face, and her lifted hand was stained red. “That is what haunts me.” He shuddered, erasing the picture. “I’ve never shared this much with anyone before.” He snorted. “My therapist just wishes I would do this.”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Thx girl ❤
Also, I’m sorry he seems a little distant when saying or reacting to things. He has thoughts, but doesn’t react strongly with emotions unless it hits a nerve.
Marcel
“I’ll take that as a compliment or a gift.” Somehow, that remark gave Marcel déjà vu. He swallowed the slime in his throat from the transformation, and went back to rubbing his bracelets. “You seem to be exploding with all that stuff. But everyone is exploding with… I dunno, something. If you realized that, it might not be so hard to live.”
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Chase Duke
“I don’t know, I just have trouble finding people who are like me. I…I have a foster family, the Marshalls, and they’re just exploding with happiness, and joy, and…God. Meanwhile I sit in the corner. ” Chase shrugged.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)
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