@dylanriggs
Since the attack, it wasn’t overly unusual for Clarissa to all but usher Dylan to her place to make sure that he was okay. As soon as she had heard that Dylan had been hurt, Clarissa had joined his friends at the hospital, making sure he was okay and offering support. From their first meeting, Clarissa had always developed a soft spot for the lonesome and aspiring musician. And while she had been able to witness his growth in the town, Clarissa still held a soft spot for him. “Here,” Clarissa smiled, walking into the living room with a box of fresh pizza and two bottle of soda. “I’m starving and there’s nothing better than a night of pigging out.” She joked, setting the food and drinks down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to Dylan. “How are you feeling?”
