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L O C A T I O N :  D e l b r o o k   ,   H o m e r o o m
I N T E R A C T I O N : Molly, [@Blizz]
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Monse couldn't help herself but smile at the sight of Molly trying to act cool next to her. Molly always looked so cool and chill around others, always giving off that "idgaf" vibe until Monse stepped in the room. Then the girl was nothing but a cute little puppy. Monsered was all the same, but she had more practice hiding her feelings and emotions from others. Thanks, mom and dad!

[color=#a57164]"She was too busy to give me too much shit, got lucky today."[/color] Monse leaned in closer to brush her cheek against Molly's hair. [color=#a57164]"That ice cream sounds great, babe. You lead the way, you know how I get distracted easily sometimes."[/color] It was hard for Monse to concentrate with so much going on around her. There were too many people packed into small pathways surrounded by the sea of food and games. It wasn't unusual for her to wander off, so Monse tended to stay close to Molly. 

[color=#a57164]"I wonder if we can get away later, maybe behind the old bleachers. The ones by the empty parking lot."[/color] Monse thought out loud, [color=#a57164]"I could use a second dessert after that ice cream."[/color] She smiled, glancing at Molly for a second before tugging the girl's hand. 
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With some effort and a bit of internalized shouting, Kaylen had managed to get her tears to stop. At least for a moment to catch her breath and gather her thoughts from the previous call with her brother. Little shit- no big shit that he was. A pile of big stinking shit with good hair, that's all he was.

She heard other students around her, but she ignored some of the whispers coming from the bleachers above her. Kaylen already had too much in her mind and cared very little about what the other students in her year thought about her and her little dilemma at the moment. Instead, she worried about her shirt and how she was going to have to take it off or wash it in the bathroom. Anything to carry around a sticky shirt. At least it didn't smell bad. Although, the odor of tres leches could get overwhelming. 

[color=ccffcc]"Yo, want some funnel cake?"[/color]

Kaylen looked up from her ruined shirt up at the boy, then down at the plate he was offering. Cassian, was it? He was in her homeroom, she knew him from there but neither of them really spoke outside of school. Yet here he was offering his funnel cake. 

Kaylen shook her head at first before finally nodding and accepting the plate with a smile. [color=ffc948]"Thanks., um, Cassian."[/color] She cleared her throat and wiped her cheeks with her free hand, some of the blush she had rubbed on her cheeks coming off. 

She didn't know what to say, really, other than thanks. Kaylen was glad, at least, that Cassian hadn't asked what was wrong. 

[color=ffc948]"I owe you a funnel cake now."[/color]

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