Lana

*puts my arms around her*

*Lana's body tenses up as you wrap your arms around her. She can feel the tension in the air, and she feels like everyone is judging her. she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her, and she feels like everyone is judging her

*You were chilling in your room, until you heard your door open. Lana was there, holding a tray, which had a sandwich on it which looked burnt to a crisp.* “Babe…I made a sandwich for you. I hope you like it.”

🖕

*Lana's face dropped, looking like she was about to cry. She quickly turned around and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.*