[center][h2][color=#154360][b]qυιnтen rυмanceĸ[/b][/color][/h2]
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locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιng wιтн:
Toby [@Oliver] & Maria [@LostDestiny]
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[color=#154360][b]"Doesn't sound too good, man. You sure you don't need to go see the nurse? Sounds serious."[/b][/color] Before Quinten could really do much more, Landon was in the picture and talking with Toby. Quinten figured he'd back off since Landon seemed to have the situation handled and knew what to do for the poor kid. Quinten lay his head down in his folded arms on the desk, keeping an ear out for anything new with Toby. That's when he heard Maria speak up again. He slowly picked his head up to look at her once more, a neutral expression on his face. [color=#154360][b]"Well, I could help ya know. Really don't think violin and guitar are [i]that[/i] much different. I mean, I know they are, but.. well, it doesn't hurt to get an outsiders opinion, right?"[/b][/color] Quinten flashed his famous, charming little half-smile towards Maria, trying to be friendly towards the girl he didn't much care to speak to. Maybe if she didn't brush him off in conversation this time, he might actually attempt to talk with her more. She always seemed like a nice girl, but Quinten had yet to experience that side of her for himself. He sat there looking back at her, his eyes focused on hers. [i]Locked[/i].

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[center][h2][color=#566573][b]colтon ĸrυger[/b][/color][/h2]
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Dark blue jeans with red converse and football jersey #17 ->
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locaтιon:
Homeroom
ιnтeracтιng wιтн:
Riley [@Apoalo]
мenтιonѕ:
Roxy [@Filthy Mudblood], Harley [@.Me], Toby [@Oliver], Landon [@Apoalo], Marco & Maria [@LostDestiny]
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[i]'No doubt Harls would wanna go,'[/i] Colton thought when Riley asked if Harley would be interested in going. Harley wasn't one to miss out on festivities such as a party in the heart of New Orleans. It was something he knew [s]she[/s]/they couldn't pass up. A part of him was constantly on the lookout for things like this, knowing she'd wanna be there. That part of him still loved [s]her[/s]/them. Instead of replying, he just shrugged nonchalantly and frowned slightly. Colton glanced at Harley, staring over at them for a few long seconds before turning back to look at Riley again who'd looked between Roxy and himself and off towards the short blonde kid. [i]'Toby?'[/i] Colton tried remembering the kid's name, thinking he had a 90% chance he was right. He narrowed his eyebrows and sat forward just slightly as he watched the interaction between Landon, Marco and Toby, also noticing Marco lean over towards his sister and whisper something in her ear. Colton's curiosity got the better of him, temporarily distracted by the thoughts of what had been said in secret.

Colton's eyebrow raised slightly, looking around at the people surrounding him before looking back over at the three boys talking amongst themselves about Toby and his apparent breathing problem. Well, his asthma problem. Colton remembered what that was like. His first adoptive family he was with, the father smoked cigarettes heavily. Being around the man so much, it kickstarted Colton's childhood asthma. He had been burdened by having to carry around an inhaler at one point but had just stopped needing them a couple years back. Colton still had problems breathing every now and again, but luckily it wasn't as serious as Toby's was sounding.

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