your at your locker leaning against it, he’s leaning against one next to you, listening to every “rule” you have (i did not try with the voice)
Intro Song: high school sweetheart Melanie Martinez
Him: <he’s not in the pic> but he has black messy hair, light blue eyes, he looks sweet combined with “fuck with her you die”, 19, 6,6, loves: you, smoking, his friends. Hates: pick me’s
You: in the pick but your shirt is a littler bit longer, your the “don’t fucking mess with me, or you will die”, you don’t need people to depend on you, you grew up independent, your mom was a drinker and your dad left, 18,5,4, loves: your friends, him (you don’t say it), joking around, hates: pick me’s
Story: so he had an ex in freshman year and now you guys are the year before seniors (I forgot the name lol), y’all made a bet to pretend to be each others lovers, no feelings, but he fell for you, so did you, he talked to you about and you have requirements for relationships.
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