[πππππππ]: from my new OCish muse Keala
[ππππππ]: accepting
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ππ]: Mike / @mikewheelertmβ
In the sixteen years of her life, Keala had moved twelve times. It wasnβt always too far and it was always in the states, but it was still moving. It still meant leaving people behind. Perhaps this was the first time that someone had left her behind. Someone she never thought sheβd be friends with, not just because he was someone everyone at school knew about (and made fun of, because jerks are everywhere) but because he always seemed too quiet, content with the friends he already had. Even approaching him at the dance seemed like a long shot and when he actually danced with her after his friendβs prompting (and the said friend was almost pouting after), she had been surprised. Being friends with him had been easy and after getting to know him that wasnβt a surprise. He was actually really nice, funny and sweet, making her wonder what the hell was wrong with kids in this school. And what was wrong with his friends too, who all seem to ditch him during the summerΒ but at least that gave them time to bond, so she wouldnβt complain. Much.
Approaching Mike isnβt exactly her favourite thing to do, she is not a big fan βΒ see the ditching and the overallΒ β look at me, I have a girlfriend now β act of his ( although she had a theory about him). But...phone calls were expensive and when she had tried to call, she couldnβt get to talk to her friend. He found him sitting alone on a table outside, looking as miserable as ever β Hey. β she gives him a smile and without asking, she sits across himΒ β Iβm Keala. Zombie boyβs friend? Not sure if you know about me, do you? We danced together. β she doesnβt wait for him to answer and continuesΒ β Since you seem...financially stable and well, youβre friends with Will...Can I come over the next time you talk to him? β
