#tonibvbarnes

“I’m assuming you didn’t like my song, though.” He laughs, rubbing the nape of his neck. “That’s cool, not many do anyways.”

The question, admittedly, had been quite odd, but Steven was always too happy to oblige. "Why do you want to?" he asked, and realised he may have seemed too eager to find out about her troubles, and that...wasn't considered 'cool', was it? His cheeks were once again aflame with colour and he reached up to rub the back of his neck. "I -- I mean, if you don't mind me asking...i-if you want to, I can...help you with it?"

He shook her hand, awkward and shy, and even more self-conscious at her statement. "I -- I apologise, I'm not very good company. I would speak to you more of the Facebook and the Instagram and all that, but I'm afraid I can't navigate those websites very well."

“but we don’t do it intentionally,” she says softly, trying to calm the other down. “if we hurt others, it shows how much of a mark we’ve made upon them, how important we are to them. over time, it gets better, doesn’t it?” she fiddles her fingers as she purses her lips, thinking about the words she said. did that even make sense at all? “well, that is if it’s not physical. hurting people with physical contact is a completely different story.”

     [ ლ ]—-”When you told me we were going to have fun, Poni, I didn’t really expect it would involve a lot of dancing and you collapsing on the floor after three glasses of that…thing.” Troian puffed her cheeks out as she looked at her possibly drunk friend, hazel hues dancing with friendly judgement as she squatted down to attempt to help said possibly drunk friend up. Clubs like these had never been her thing. “Now help a hero out and pull yourself together, okay?” She had two strong hands on the girl’s wrist, ready to pull whenever ready. “We’re going to go back to school and eat ice cream instead of whatever this is.” 

“I don’t know about trustworthy.” Dallon gave her a serious look before laughing. “I’m kidding I am trustworthy. Come on, I’ll piggyback you so you can stabilize yourself.” he offered to Toni as he squatted down, waiting for her to climb onto his back. 

“No.” She said, pulling the trigger and spraying the water gun directly at her face, the sly grin never leaving her lips. “This is what you get for eating the last cheesecake!”

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