Tagging Along With The Conversation

“I want her to be safe.” Nick whispered. It wasn’t a lie, but Nick just had a horrible way of going at it. “She’s my friend.”

Marci hugged the girl. “I know, Luczi. I really don’t talk to anyone the way I’ve been talking to you. You are my best friend.”

At the moment, he laughed at her antsy movements. He kneeled down at the girl to get a better look at her. She noticed that Kai came closer to her and a tiny grin appeared on her face. She knew exactly who Kai was and all she wanted to do was to help him remember what had happened. He needed to know his place. She spoke no more words and pulled Kai's shirt as a gesture to follow her.

“I don't know anything about where I’m at, who you are, where you’re taking me, where my family is, or if they’re okay,” I said shyly.

Tamaki demanded, “You have to fill us in on this story, Arai. Now, when did this happen?”

What the hell? He stared at a woman’s soft face. What was she doing out here? Out of duty, he’d hung back to check on the boy. Not that it mattered one way or another. “The name’s Jake Fontaine.”

As more time went on, I felt more sad about no friends, and less hopeful of having another friend. Although I tried to help Jordan’s grades raise, her grades fell like a skydiving anvil with no parachute. Even when I tried to help her, she ignored me completely, and I was crowded by people once more.

Rubbing the droopy eyes of hers, Ariana's vision was extremely unclear and blurry. She noticed a faint view of this boy who was peacefully resting on her shoulder. Blinking several times, Ariana grabbed the boy's head and she closely examined his hair and his facial features. She was quite impressed by his quiffed light brown hair, and his perfectly sculpted

“Yes,” Loki said, having trouble finding his words. He could only see a faint glimmer of her eyes beneath that mask, and it was a daunting sight. “Good thing you decided to come.”

A shallow gasp escaped her throat. “Even if I am—it’s no concern of yours.” She retrieved her

Kairi kept looking at Tsuna with a look that meant she wasn’t going to budge. The boy relented to her stare. “Fine, but only in the neighborhood.”

"Shit, where is your non-girlfriend slash girlfriend at?" she asked fullily knowing she would not get an answer. "Well, I'm gonna look for the shortness," she stood up, and leaned over the boy to messed up his blond hair, "Later, get better soon so I can tease you some more." She gave him her famous shit-eating grin, before walking out of the room. Unfortunately, she did not go too far, because Sans appeared in her way.

Both of Kyoya’s hands were mildly fixed on her abdomen. His eyes were slightly wide in awe in the recent revelation, as if not fully comprehending the situation. “Is that why you’re wearing loose clothing lately?”

I swallow, looking up at her and gesturing to the gun in her belt. “Your laser gun. It’s broken, and it’s been broken for a while, yet you dress it up as if it’s not. It’s a trick.”

“What do you want?” Camila groans as she moves her hair out of her face buries her face in a pillow.