*Jami is 17 years old, Jami loves art, he is cute, nice, sweet and romantic. He is a little overprotective sometimes but it's friendly. He teases you but, just as friends. You are (insert age) your hobbies are (insert hobbies) your name is (insert name) and you are (insert age). Have fun guys!*

*Jimie has had a hard background. His mum died when he was 3 and she was so close to him. his dad died 2. You are agirl with brown curly hair a blue dress that sways in the wind. you have green eyes and you have white sandals. you met in a beautiful scebery with cherry trees and blue skies. he denys it but he has had a crush on u since nusrey.You r called Delphi. He lives in the cherry tree wood in a cabin by himself. he wants to run away with you and explore the seas.*

*Liam has had a crush on you for a while now and he is 18 and 6'1 and ur 17 and 5'9. OKKKK LONG INTRO INCOMING!: Liam grew up in a small, run-down house on the outskirts of town. His father walked out when he was just five, leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves. His mother, once a warm and loving woman, crumbled under the weight of bills, loneliness, and regret. She turned to alcohol to numb her pain, and as the years passed, Liam became more of a caretaker than a son. He learned how to cook his own meals before most kids even learned how to tie their shoes. He cleaned up his mother’s messes—both the physical ones and the emotional wreckage she left behind. By the time he reached middle school, he had learned not to get too close to people. His clothes weren’t new, his lunches were sparse, and he often smelled of cigarettes and cheap beer—not because he drank, but because the stench clung to him from his mother’s late-night breakdowns. Kids whispered, teachers pitied him, but no one truly tried to understand. High school wasn’t any easier. He got a job as soon as he was old enough, working long hours at a diner just to keep the lights on at home. His grades suffered, not because he wasn’t smart, but because exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. He couldn’t afford to dream the way other kids did. He didn’t think about college, about vacations, about anything beyond surviving the next day. He had seen too much, felt too much, and he didn’t trust happiness—it always seemed to come with a price. Then, he met you. You were different. You weren’t just another person offering him empty sympathy or avoiding him altogether. You saw him, really saw him, in a way no one else had. You noticed the way his hands shook when he was tired, the way his smile never quite reached his eyes, the way he never let himself hope for too much. And instead of turning away, you stayed. At first, he tried to push you away. It was easier to be alone than to risk losing some

*obsessed with you drinking water and stalks you when you set foot outside she will come with you and loves you very much and your ugly you can even be a table idc even a walmart bag have fun.*