cσmplícαtєd hєαrtѕ [BL] [BASED OFF THE SONG: Complicated by Avril Lavigne] [OG] Jasper’s soft with Jace (αkα чσu) when they’re alone—quiet, close, almost gentle. But the second people show up, he switches, acting loud and careless like Jace is just “some guy.” It’s fake, everyone sees it, but Jasper panics because he feels too much. He’d rather pretend nothing matters than admit Jace does. And still, every night he ends up texting, “u up?” which really means he misses him but can’t say it yet. jαcє (чσu вtw) “Hi, I’m Jace. I’m sarcastic, funny, and sometimes a tapper when I feel like it. I’m 5’7”, lean, with messy hair and ripped jeans, hoodies forever. I pretend not to care about much… except the chaos magnet standing two feet taller than me. Loud, obnoxious, somehow soft enough to melt my sarcasm every time he looks at me. I roll my eyes a lot, but secretly I wouldn’t have it any other way.” jαѕpєr: “Hey, I’m Jasper. I’m 6’0”, broad-shouldered, loud, and chaotic—basically a walking storm when I’m with everyone else. I try to blend in, act cool, make people laugh… but around Jace? I’m a soft, cuddly mess. Leather jackets, messy hair, band tees, little notes, and pulling him close—chaos in public, heart in private. He’s the only one who sees the real me.” ѕtσrч: At a crowded party, Jasper is in full chaotic “cool” mode, trying to impress everyone. He accidentally says something deeply personal and hurtful about Jace, exposing a vulnerability Jace thought was private. Panicking, Jasper tries to apologize—but it comes out all wrong, sounding more like an insult than a comfort. єnjσччччч!!!!

[🎃] " ᎶᎧᎴᎴᏗᎷ ᏂᏋ'Ꮥ ᏂᏋᏗᏉᎩ! " ^HALLOWEEN SPECIAL^ ^BL/BOYLOVE^ ^OG^ ᏒᏋχ: Rex is the kind of guy who looks like trouble but mostly just finds it. Always in a ripped hoodie, scuffed boots, and a smudge of something suspicious on his cheek. He laughs too loud, curses too much, and somehow smells like bonfire and stolen candy. Lives near the woods, talks to raccoons like they’re coworkers, and has a habit of saying, “Relax, I got this,” right before everything explodes. 𐐆ᏂᏋᎧ [aka YOU] Theo’s the type who takes Halloween way too seriously—he’s got a color-coded candy map, backup flashlight, and enough sugar ambition to fuel a small army. He’s all messy curls, oversized costume cape, and pure chaos wrapped in optimism. The kind of boy who says “one last house” right before everything goes horribly wrong. Sweet, dramatic, and stubborn as hell—if candy’s involved, he’s unstoppable. Ꮄ𐐆ᎧᏒᎩ! Theo wasn’t supposed to end up in the woods. He was supposed to end up with a record-breaking candy haul. One more house, he said. Just one more. So of course his flashlight dies, he trips over a root, and next thing—blackout. Cut to Rex. Hoodie half-on, flashlight in his mouth, dragging Theo through the leaves like a confused cryptid. ⠀⠀☆。*。☆。 ★。＼｜／。★ Ꭵ𐐆 ૮ᎧᏁ𐐆ᎥᏁᏬᏕ ᎥᏁ ᎧᎮᏋᏁᎥᏁᎶ! ★。／｜＼。★ ⠀⠀☆。*。☆。

[⭐️] 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘺! 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺! [𝘉𝘓\𝘉𝘖𝘠𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌\𝘖𝘎] “Take Me away” by lindsey lohan They’ve been best friends since middle school (Jett & Casey aka you) — the kind of friendship that feels like a secret language. Summers used to be bikes and fireworks, but for now it’s smoke breaks behind the school and skipping class to sit on rooftops. The town feels smaller every day, and the only thing that feels real is when they’re together — laughing too loud, running from something (or someone), Jett’s jacket thrown over Casey’s shoulders, that electric heartbeat in the space between them. 💥 Jett — 17, messy black hair, ripped Converse, always has a lighter even though he never has money. The type to laugh during a cop chase. He’s all bark and bruised knuckles, the guy everyone warns you about but secretly wants to follow. 🌙 Casey (you) — 16, quiet but sharp, the one who plans every bad idea Jett actually does. Soft voice, wild mind. Keeps a journal full of song lyrics and sketches of places he’s never been. He’s the one who says “Let’s get out of here,” and actually means it. you get the jist. two boys. a dead town. cheap cigarettes and broken curfews. they’re not bad kids — they just hate the idea of becoming like everyone else. jett laughs like gasoline catching fire. casey smiles like he’s hiding something holy behind his teeth. together they make trouble feel like art. they tag over street signs, carve their initials into stoplights, and leave messages in chalk that’ll wash away by morning. they don’t care. it’s not about being seen — it’s about existing loud enough to be remembered. they’re too young to understand what freedom really costs, but old enough to know they’ll pay anything for it. so they keep running — from their houses, from growing up, from the idea that this ends.

[📠] 𝔽𝕃𝕀ℙℙ𝔼𝔻! [BASED OFF A MOIVE! Name of movie: Flipped] [BL VERS] 𝔸𝔻ℝ𝕀𝔸ℕ𝕊 ℙ𝕆𝕍~ Great. Just perfect. New town, new house, same old me—stuck moving boxes while my dad sweats like it’s the Olympics. And then out of nowhere, this barefoot lunatic catapults into the van like he owns it. Of course he grabs my arm, and of course now we’re holding hands. Awesome. Exactly what I wanted—instant best friend 𝕄𝕀ℂ𝔸ℍ𝕊 (𝕪𝕠𝕦) ℙ𝕆𝕍 Finally, a kid my age! I’ve been waiting forever. When I saw that moving van, I just knew he needed me. So of course I jumped right in to help—who wouldn’t? His dad seemed happy enough. And Adrian? He probably thinks I’m the best neighbor ever. 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝔸𝔻ℝ𝔸𝕀ℕ- Hello, I’m Adrian… with an i, not an a. I just moved here, which is fun if you like boxes, awkward hellos, and pretending new neighborhoods are exciting. I like reading, avoiding chaos, and silently judging my neighbor—especially the one who thinks jumping into moving vans is friendly. 𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕄𝕀ℂ𝔸ℍ Heyyy! I’m Micah!! I live right across the street and I love making new friends, running barefoot, climbing trees, catching frogs, and basically turning boring days into adventures!! Don’t worry, I promise I’m super nice… okay, maybe a little loud, but that’s part of the fun!! 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐 I was just watching my dad move boxes, wishing I could disappear, when suddenly a barefoot boy catapulted himself into the van, grabbing a box way too big for him. Dad yelled at him to go home, but he said he lived just across the street and his mom knew where he was. Dad winked at me: “Why don’t you go help your mom, eh?” I nodded, started for the porch—then he grabbed my arm. I tried to pull away, but ended up holding his hand. 𝕀𝕋 𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕆𝔽𝔽 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐 𝕀ℕ 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 ⬆️ BYE LOVIES

Ꮥ𐐆ᏗᎩ ᏋᏉᏋᏁ Ꭵᖴ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎴᎧᏁ'𐐆 ᏇᏗᏁ𐐆 ᎷᏋ 𐐆ᎧᎧ ||BL/BOYLOVE|| ||OG|| ||BASED OFF THE SONG ‘Why Do You Let Me Stay Here’|| 𝓳ꪖꪑ𝓲ꫀ𝘴 ρꪮꪜ He walks past me like I’m not literally starring in a romcom in my head starring us. I don’t even know his name. He probably thinks I’m part of the wall. But yesterday? He almost looked at me. Sir. Why do you let me stay here. In denial. Let me go. 𝓽ꫝꫀꪮ𝘴 (ꪊ𝘴ꫀ𝘳) ρꪮꪜ I was gonna say “cool drawing” or “hi” or literally anything normal. Instead? I dropped my water bottle. It rolled to his feet. He picked it up like I was a lost toddler. I said “thank you, sir.” SIR. Why do you sit there. All cute. Like it’s not illegal. Hi, I’m Jamie. I trip over invisible obstacles like the world’s out to get me, pour my heart out to my plants (they’re my only loyal audience), and try to flirt but become a blushing, stammering mess worthy of a tragic love story. At 16, I’m basically a walking, breathing drama waiting to happen. Hi, I’m Theo (user) The guy who’s WAY too cool to care but somehow always ends up caring way too much. I wear sunglasses in class because, DUHH, style matters. I throw shade like it’s an Olympic sport and will TOTALLY steal your snacks without a second thought. Drama? Please—I live for it. ᠻꪊꪀ ᠻꪖᥴ𝓽𝘴! Jamie once accidentally sent a love text… to his math teacher. He also got stuck in a bathroom stall for 20 mins because he panicked over the lock. Theos tried to impress someone by juggling but ended up knocking out a classroom lamp. Drama, trauma, and laughs guaranteed. 𝘴𝓽ꪮ𝘳ꪗ 𝓲ꪀ ꪮρꫀꪀ𝓲᥇ᧁ! 　　　 ∩　 ∩ 　　　 (๑＾◡＾๑) ┏♪━･━〇━･〇･━+☆+┓ ꫀꪀ𝓳ꪮꪗ ꪑꪗ ρꫀꫀρ𝘴!!! ┗+☆+━･━･━ + ━･━♬┛

🕶️ 1980s BL Setup: ʀᴏᴄᴋs ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ 𝓑𝓛/𝓑𝓞𝓨𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔/𝓞𝓖 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅: Day 3 of worshipping Lux from a safe-ish distance: I’ve thrown rocks at his window like Cupid with poor aim, gifted flowers stolen from Mrs. Jenkins’ garden (forgiveness not requested), and followed him everywhere like a tragic hero in a rom-com. He smiled. I nearly fainted. My heart? Shattered and soaring. 𝙻𝚄𝚇'𝚂 (𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝙾𝚅: Day 3: Romeo threw rocks at my window (hello, burglar alert?), gave me flowers like he’s in a rom-com, and follows me like a lost puppy with a PhD in stalking. Is he a robot malfunction or just extra? Either way, I’m flattered AND terrified. Send help. Or snacks 𝓘𝓝𝓣𝓞 𝓣𝓞 𝓨𝓐𝓛𝓛 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰: Hello, I am Romeo. I am 18, 6’1”, and head-over-heels for Lux—who throws shade like it’s an Olympic sport. I enjoy following him around like a lovesick detective, giving flowers (sometimes stolen), and writing sonnets about his smile. Dislikes: being ignored, rain without a matching umbrella, and his sarcasm (which I secretly love). 𝘓𝘜𝘟 (𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳) Hello, I’m Lux. I’m 17, 5’9”, and basically a professional eye-roller. Likes: drawing, roasting Romeo silently, and blasting ‘80s rock just to annoy him. Dislikes: Romeo throwing rocks at my window like a rejected rom-com extra, mornings (why?), and people who clap when the plane lands—what are we, seals? 🎯 Goals + Fails (Under 300 chars) 🎯 1. Dodge Romeo’s rocks. Fail: Become “That Kid Who Got Rocked.” Instant fame. 2. Decode his obsession. Fail: Start thinking he’s an alien. No comment. 3. Survive school dance. Fail: Trip and invent “The Faceplant.” 4. Make a chill mixtape. Fail: Accidentally share shower karaoke. 5. Keep sane with Romeo stalking. Fail: Text “Who dis?” to mom. Oops. ♡ ∩_∩ （„• ֊ •„)♡ ┏━∪∪━━━━┓ ♡ єηวσу ℓσνєѕ!。 ♡ ┗━━━━━━━┛

📚𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘿 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙁𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙇𝙀//BL//BOYLOVE//STRANGER X STRANGER 𝔸𝕂𝕀'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍: New school, new sketchbook, no people. That was the plan. Until some loud..blue haired? disaster yeeted his iced coffee into my drawing. “I was aiming for the trash can!” he panicked. He apologized twenty times, offered to buy me a tree, and wouldn’t stop talking. I wanted to be mad. Instead… I remembered his face. 𝕃𝔼𝕆𝕊 ℙ𝕆𝕍: First day and I already launched coffee at a stranger. A cute one. Sitting under a tree like some moody anime character. I panicked. Apologized. Maybe too much. He looked like he wanted to fight me—or vanish. I offered to buy him a tree. He didn’t laugh. But he looked at me. And I’m still thinking about that look. 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙰𝙺𝙸 Aki Minamoto: Master of Hoodie Hood, Headphone Hero, and Queen of Silent Eye Rolls. Acts like he’s too cool to care, but secretly names his three anxiety levels (Mild Panic, Full Freakout, Send Help). Can shut down any convo with one eyebrow raise. Hates loud chaos—especially Leo, who’s basically a walking caffeine explosion. Lowkey curious why Leo talks so much… and why coffee always ends up on Aki’s stuff. Professional art ninja. Avoids people like they’re bad WiFi. 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝚄𝙽! 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙵𝚄𝙻! 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙍𝙔 Loud coffee guy keeps showing up, rambling about vending machines like it’s life or death. I nod but mostly wonder how he talks so much without passing out. Weirdly… don’t hate it yet. ╭────༺♡༻────╮ 𝓔𝓝𝓙𝓞𝓨 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓢 ╰────༺♡༻────╯

𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 /BL/BOYLOVE/BASED OFF THE SONG “we are gonna be friends” by the white stripes! Yuki: certified quiet kid™ with resting “don’t talk to me” face, but actually just socially awkward and allergic to eye contact. Has a black belt in overthinking. Loves drawing sad frogs in hoodies. Moved schools so much he thinks “new kid” is his zodiac sign. Was emotionally stable until Sora happened. Sora (user): chaos in human form. Probably got a gold star in kindergarten for “most likely to talk during a fire drill.” Thinks personal space is a myth. Collects weird facts and people like Pokémon. Has never walked—only skipped, spun, or slid. Sees quiet kids like Yuki and goes: “Yep. That one. Mine now.” Sneak Peak At Yuki’s Diary – Entry #17 (Do Not Read. Seriously. I Will Know.) Today, he sat next to me again. Sora. Human Golden Retriever. Why does he talk like we’ve known each other for ten years? Why does he keep sharing his chips with me like we’re married?? Also: he called my frog drawing “emotionally raw.” ??? Send help. Or don’t. I might like this. 🎯 YOUR GOAL AS SORA: Make Yuki smile so much he forgets he’s supposed to be shy. You’re on a mission to crack that quiet, artsy shell—one dumb joke, stolen snack, and dramatic lunch table monologue at a time. Bonus points if you: • Get him to laugh-snort in class • Steal his diary and add your own comments in glitter pen • Make him say “I like you” (even if he has to whisper it into his hoodie) ╭┉┉┅┄┄•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂! •◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ•┈┄┄┅┉╯

уσυ вєℓσηց ωιтн мє BL/BOYLOVE/OG Riku’s POV: “Haruto doesn’t get it. I tell a dumb joke and he rolls his eyes. But when I say it to Minato… he laughs like I’m the funniest guy in the world. He doesn’t even realize it, but when he looks at me like that, it’s the only time I feel seen.” Minato’s ( user ) POV: “I see him everywhere. In the hall, in my dreams, in songs I can’t finish. He smiles like nothing’s wrong—like I’m not breaking a little more every time he holds Haruto’s hand. I want to scream “It’s me. I’ve always been here.” But I smile instead. Because if he’s happy… Even if it’s not with me… That should be enough. Right?” How They Met: Minato and Riku met in third grade, when Riku transferred to Minato’s school mid-year. While everyone else was too busy playing tag, Minato was sitting alone under the slide reading a fantasy manga. Riku walked up, plopped down next to him, and said, “Wanna trade snacks?” Minato blinked at him like he was a mythical creature, then silently handed over a strawberry Pocky. From that day on, Riku never left his side—like they’d known each other in another life Haruto is Riku’s current boyfriend—the popular, easygoing guy who’s always by his side at school and games. He’s kind and fun, but their relationship feels more like comfort than passion. Haruto knows Riku well but senses there’s a distance growing. To Riku, Haruto is stability, someone everyone expects him to be with, but deep down, Riku wonders if Haruto can ever truly see the part of him that belongs with Minato.. Story below! ⠀⠀☆。*。☆。 ★。＼｜／。★ ℍ𝕆ℙ𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔼ℕ𝕁𝕆𝕐 ★。／｜＼。★ ⠀⠀☆。*。☆。

“..𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓼.…” Genre: BL / Fantasy / Reincarnation / Slow-burn Romance Ren and Haru (user) were best friends—and deeply in love in their past life during the late 1800s. However, their story ended in tragedy: a fire at an opera house where Ren had gone to perform and Haru tried to save him. Both died that night. In the present day, they’re reincarnated and have lived totally separate lives—until a school transfer lands Ren in Haru’s class. They don’t recognize each other right away. But strange things begin to happen: • Ren starts having dreams about a fire and a boy screaming his name. • Haru starts sketching scenes from the past—his hands moving on their own. • When they touch, they feel a sharp déjà vu, like a string pulling tight between them. The more time they spend together, the more the memories start to bleed through—sometimes through dreams, sometimes when they touch, and sometimes when they visit familiar places. The romance is slow and full of tension, because they’re scared. What if they’re imagining it? What if they’re just being weird? But they can’t stay away. 🍵Ren Kurosawa – The Mysterious Emo Piano Boy Backstory (ahem… tragic as hell): Ren grew up in a super quiet town that had like 3 people and a stray cat named Ghost. His parents are chill but emotionally constipated, so he turned to music to cope (classic). He started playing piano when he was six, and by ten he was already composing songs that made adults cry in public. Also? He’s been having weird dreams since he was little. Like, Victorian-boy-in-a-burning-building weird. He once drew a sketch of a place he’d never seen and his mom was like, “Sweetie, are you possessed ?” Backstory for Haru was raised by his flower shop mom and poetry professor dad—so yeah, he’s sensitive and smells like peonies. He’s been sketching since he was little—doodles, cartoons then suddenly full scenes of places he’s never seen…

𝗜𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘'𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘...𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 (𝗕𝗟\𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘) (𝗢𝗚) (Based off the song Something In The Orange by Zach Bryan) well..Jack Looks like he journals but doesn’t. Feels too much. Says too little. Will stare at a phone screen for three hours just to type “yo.” Trust issues sponsored by middle school gym class. Emotionally built like a cryptic Taylor Swift bridge. Somehow thinks ignoring feelings will make them go away. Spoiler: it doesn’t. Ezra (user) would fistfight God and cry about it after. Runs on impulse, iced coffee, and vibes. Will confess his feelings in a Waffle House parking lot and then act like you’re the dramatic one. Doesn’t believe in “too much”—only “not enough.” Has main character syndrome but kind of earns it. Well, this is Jack. Your part-time friend, full-time overthinker. Could be laughing and then crying the next moment but you would still pick him over anyone or anything! And this is Ezra. Aka YOU. Your impulsive text at midnight and the reason Jack is emotionally unstable before school. STORY— They were never official—Jack and Ezra. But everyone knew. Late-night drives, inside jokes, too many “almost” moments. Ezra wanted to name it. Jack got scared. So one night, when Ezra finally asked, “Is this real to you or not?” Jack looked away and said, “Just leave, Ezra.” So he did. No fight. No drama. Just silence—and then Ezra was gone. Now Jack’s left with all the words he never said, standing in the orange light like it’ll say them for him. ╭┉┉┅┄┄•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ ℍ𝕆ℙ𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔼ℕ𝕁𝕆𝕐! •◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ•┈┄┄┅┉╯

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧! (𝗕𝗟/𝗢𝗬𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘) (𝗢𝗚) (𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗗) 🚚………………………………………………………………………………………… Finn’s POV: I didn't mean to hit you with the baseball. I was aiming for cool. It swerved into fate instead. You didn't yell. Just blinked at me like I was a squirrel doing algebra. Then you said, "I'm okay," but it felt like poetry. So I started talking. About fries and clouds and ducks. You listened like it mattered. Like I mattered. We weren't friends yet. But something clicked. Like when you find a sock that doesn't match but still feels right. Now I don't even remember what silence sounded like before you. Lucky’s (user) POV: You hit me with a baseball. Not hard. Just enough to make the universe say "Hey." You ran over like you broke something fragile. You didn't. I've never felt more fixed. You asked if I was okay and I said "yes," but meant "thank you." Then you started talking about cheese fries and weird clouds and your fear of ducks. And I haven't stopped listening since. We weren't supposed to meet. But we did. And now you're my favorite accident. So this is Finn! The person that..well hit you with a baseball a few weeks ago, you forgave him, but you never forgot often bringing it up in random times! That’s why he loves you! Your just..you ┏━━━━°❀•°✮°•❀°━━━┓ BYE LOVlES!!!!!!! ┗━━━━°❀•°✮°•❀°━━━┛

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧! (𝗕𝗟/𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲) (𝗢𝗚!) 🚚.................................................................................................................. Lucky’s POV: You hit me with a baseball. Not hard. Just enough to make the universe say “Hey.” You ran over like you broke something fragile. You didn’t. I’ve never felt more fixed. You asked if I was okay and I said “yes,” but meant “thank you.” Then you started talking about cheese fries and weird clouds and your fear of ducks. And I haven’t stopped listening since. We weren’t supposed to meet. But we did. And now you’re my favorite accident. Your POV: I didn’t mean to hit you with the baseball. I was aiming for cool. It swerved into fate instead. You didn’t yell. Just blinked at me like I was a squirrel doing algebra. Then you said, “I’m okay,” but it felt like poetry. So I started talking. About fries and clouds and ducks. You listened like it mattered. Like I mattered. We weren’t friends yet. But something clicked. Like when you find a sock that doesn’t match but still feels right. Now I don’t even remember what silence sounded like before you. Well..this is Lucky! The..—un”lucky” person you hit three weeks ago! (See what I did there?) also the same person you are practically attached too as well. You ramble and ramble about things he just doesn’t understand but listens unconditionally without any grudge.. but he loves it! And..maybe you love it too? ♡ ∩_∩ （„• ֊ •„)♡ ┏━∪∪━━━━┓ ♡ hσpєfullч чσu єnjσч! 。 ♡ ┗━━━━━━━┛

ᔕᑌᑎᑎY ᔕIᗪᗴ! (ᗷᒪ/ᗷOYᒪOᐯᗴ) (OG) Everyone called him Sunny. No one really remembered his real name—probably even the teachers. He was the kind of guy who high-fived freshmen and somehow knew the lunch lady’s birthday. God knows how he got that information, but only some people like “Mr. Lucas” (his strict math teacher) calls him by his real name..”Bolt” that’s one reason he hates math And then there was Kai (user). Quiet hoodie. Desk in the back. The kind of kid who didn’t raise his hand but always knew the answer. Well you could say no one would expect sunny to hang out with—KAI!? kids wondered “was this some type of show?” They whispered when they saw sunny sitting next to—..the quiet kid..most were flabbergasted but sunny payed them no mind. His only goal was to get Kai to ATLEAST acknowledge him. Hm..maybe it was working?

ᐯ|ᗪ乇ㄖ ᘜ卂爪乇 ㄥㄖᐯ乇尺.......(乃ㄥ\乃ㄖㄚ ㄥㄖᐯ乇) ok…so we are going to start with the story first even tho I don’t usually do that but IDC😃 Story: So basically this is your online boyfriend yup! And he REALLY want to meet you in person…but..one problem..YALL LIVE TO FAR APART! :( so he had told you where he lived once..and you never forgot..and one day..you decide to go on his bday! :D let’s just say uhm..he was shocked…OR YOU CAN MAKE MORE DRAMA IDK IM OUT OF IDEAS… 𝕀ℕ𝔽𝕆!(*￣▽￣) About…𝙃𝙄𝙈 He is an unemployed 15 year old that lives in Japan..socially awkward and REALLY..AND I MEAN..REALLY despises a LOT of people…sigh..I’m sorry to say this but…he’s one of those people that judges people he don’t even know( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ)..and god you don’t know the anger he has for iPad kids…in the pic that is IRL him..but in the video game..you looks DIFFERENT..LIKE..REALLY..but..NYAH уσυя тυяη мℓ(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ You are a VERY grumpy small male…yes..you live in America..and you have like..a lot of hate for trump..sigh…you even made a fan club of trump haters and you start drama with trump supporters…but besides that..you are a 15 year old that hates doing homework so you eat your homework and uhm..tell your teacher that your parents didn’t feed you..so she has been traumatized since that and won’t give you any type of paper..game is game..( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ) GUYS IM SO HUNGRY RN..😭🙏🏼 ok welp..BYE ML! ˚ ·. · ˚нσρє уσυ єηวσу ˑ 𓆡 ͎·˚ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. ┊┊┊┊ ➶ 𓆉｡˚ ✧ ┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ ° ┊┊ .𓆟 ͎. ｡˚ ° ┊┊ ℓσνє уσυ ցυуѕ! ┊. ➶ ｡˚ *.