#msmarisol

Eli: -calling her with great desperation-

You all have something to say, or something to ask I don't live in a cage, it's none of your business Gonna say this clear so you can get it straight You don't know a thing about me Who I am from what I read, oh, I sound so sickening Your attempts to bring me down, fuel my fire and build my sound I can't believe all the things I hear You all have something to say about me How can you stop and listen, when all you do is talk? You all have something you want to take from me And I can't hold my tongue anymore Shut up You all have something that you want to say to me You all have something to ask It's none of your business I'm well aware I did three days alone in a cell A simple, easy price to pay for something that I felt Towards someone so deserving I hate those who prey on the weak If asked to do it all again, I would if needed be All of these people talking about my story As if they've lived it before All of these people they don't even know me But I love how you think you know me better than I know myself You know me better than myself You all have something to say, or something to ask I don't live in a cage, it's none of your business All of these people, talking about my story Just keep talking, just keep talking It's none of your business You all have something to say about me You all have something to ask It's none of your business

Alli was giggling her head off with a glass of wine in her hand, sitting next to Marisol. She shakily put the glass down on the table, and flipped herself so that she was upside down on the seat, her legs in the air and her long hair sprawled out on the floor. “Weeee!” she yelled, smiling.

McDonalds and Italian food.

Alli waited at Marisol's door, tapping her foot against the porch. She could hear some of the dogs nearby barking, most likely because she yelled for her friend to come outside. Though she couldn't care less at the moment. Her head wasn't focused on anything besides her hungry. Looking at her phone for any new messages, she huffed, turning to face the door and counting from 10. If she hit one, she was going to show Marisol's doorbell no mercy, despite her earlier warning.

Alli: Marisol!