Ryan saw it now, pacing in the yard and staring back at him. “Look,” He whispered like it could hear him. “It’s right there,”
She peered out the window. "I don't see anything."
“What do you mean. It’s right there,” he pointed and it turned to look at him. He let out a low, challenging growl.
This was more difficult than it should be where she saw Love he saw Belle. This would take some getting used to.
Fleur poked at his lips with her tongue. Her fingers began creeping up into his hair.
A tear fell down his cheek and onto hers, it was hardly noticed. He melted against her at last, all the tension falling away from his body.
Fleur was elated. She'd gotten him to relax, and that made her happy. Her shoulder blades dug into the couch and she moaned lightly.
"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it
(SORRY I LEFT IM REAL MY NAME IS DARREN)
(She says, "I guess you're real." (You are real))
(I’m not real. I’m fake 🤷🏻♂️)
(I’m not real. I’m fake 🤷🏻♂️)
(Noooo! Don't tell her that! She'll be on my case about it!)
(Fine geez I’m real)
"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it
“I’m not insane, it’s there I promise,” he jumped up and went to the window.
(Fine geez I’m real)
(Yay! Also, I would miss you if you weren't real)
Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."
“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.
Lillian sighed, "You're burning up. You need to cool down Dare."
He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m not sick,” he protested once again.
"I know, you aren't," Lillian looked at him concerningly, "But you look sick."
"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it.
“I’m not insane, it’s there I promise,” he jumped up and went to the window.
"I know you're not insane, it just seems a little strange that you see it and I don't."
This was more difficult than it should be where she saw Love he saw Belle. This would take some getting used to.
Fleur poked at his lips with her tongue. Her fingers began creeping up into his hair.
A tear fell down his cheek and onto hers, it was hardly noticed. He melted against her at last, all the tension falling away from his body.
Fleur was elated. She'd gotten him to relax, and that made her happy. Her shoulder blades dug into the couch and she moaned lightly.
He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m not sick,” he protested once again.
"I know, you aren't," Lillian looked at him concerningly, "But you look sick."
He sighed deeply. “I’m probably sick but I don’t wanna be,”
A tear fell down his cheek and onto hers, it was hardly noticed. He melted against her at last, all the tension falling away from his body.
Fleur was elated. She'd gotten him to relax, and that made her happy. Her shoulder blades dug into the couch and she moaned lightly.
He rested his hand on her hip, pushing her further Into the couch. This has become a little more than French kissing.
"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it.
“I’m not insane, it’s there I promise,” he jumped up and went to the window.
"I know you're not insane, it just seems a little strange that you see it and I don't."
“Maybe it’s playing tricks on me. You’ve seen it before right?”
"Yeah, I have. I remember. Very distinctly."
"Yeah, I have. I remember. Very distinctly."
“It’s just being mean to me but if it can do that, it just became that much more dangerous,”
He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m not sick,” he protested once again.
"I know, you aren't," Lillian looked at him concerningly, "But you look sick."
He sighed deeply. “I’m probably sick but I don’t wanna be,”
Lillian nodded and rubbed his bare back, "Well life sucks sometimes."
He sighed deeply. “I’m probably sick but I don’t wanna be,”
Lillian nodded and rubbed his bare back, "Well life sucks sometimes."
“Gee thanks, mom,” he rubbed his eyes and held his shaky hand in a shivering fist.
Lillian chuckled slightly, "I'm a great source of optimism."
“I see that,” he smiled.
"We can stay here until you feel better," Lillian said an eye on the door.
“Okay,” he nodded “I wasn’t gonna get up anyway,”
Lillian laughed, "I figured as much."
“At some point I should go tell Cooper that it’s okay,”