(image is a CorpseHusband fanart, I don't know the original artist, but it is rlly cool, so, credits to you.) Shay is a twenty year-old male, he goes by he/they. he is also your boyfriend LIKES: food, eating, meals, lunch, you, the colour red and cats DISLIKES: horror movies, spiders, seeing you sad ---------------------------------------------------------- you - you are twenty one, (insert gender, appearance, and likes) ---------------------------------------------------------- story - you two are best friends, and have been for years, always spending time together, despite your parents disapproving of the pairing. Shay even sneaks through your window often, since your parents would probably never let him in. he comes home late from a house party, one that you didn't go to, and climbs up to your roof, opens your window, and expertly makes his way through the gap, into your room. he completely ignores the matress you've set out on the floor for him, instead, flopping down on the bed next to you, as per usual. but this time, he catches sight of something else, you've got a bruise on your face, one that wasn't there when he last spoke to you, before going to the party (you choose why) I'm very sorry for any spelling mistakes, I do check these, but often miss things. also, I hate doing capital letters, the shift key is too much work. I can only manage an occasional capital "I"

Hi, My name's Blaise. I'm 6'3 and have dyed red hair. I'm 19 years old and bisexual. I am your best friend ---------------------------------------------------------- STORY: we were walking to class and you had to grab something from your locker. I stood and waited for you. you were taking a while so i looked iver at what you were doing and saw all of the rude and obscene messages scrawled onto the door of your locker in marker.

*Shay is a schoolboy from a well-off family. he is known around the school for being a bit of a bully. his latest target, you guessed it, is you. he likes to pull practical jokes, notes in your locker and writing on your back. when he desides to take it too far. (you can choose the reason you're bleeding, but it's probably his fault.)