forum School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

Ryan laughed, "Not literally,"

She chuckled. "I know, I'm kidding. The only place that could be coming from is from my soul. Oh wait! I don't have one of those!"

"Anyways, you're right, I should get ready,"

"I don't want you to goooooo." She whined like a child, clinging to him like a koala.

"Can I at least get dressed?"

"Nope. Either you're staying here or I'm coming with you." She giggled, cudding into his chest.

“Fine,” he stood up, not bothering to hold onto her.

She yelped slightly, only clinging tighter. "Warn a girl before you do that." She huffed overdramatically.

“Not my problem,” he chuckled. As he moved to the closet and grabbed a shirt.

She pouted up at him like a child. "I will push you down the stairs, don't make me."

He moved his shoulder blades uncomfortably. “Stupid wolf mark,”

Suddenly, her grip slipped and she fell to the floor with a yelp. "Owww, that hurt." She grumbled, rubbing her back of her head where it had slammed into the floor.

“You okay dear?”

"Yeah I think I'm alright." The world was spinning slightly but she felt okay.

“Can you stand okay?”

"Not sure about that part." She chuckled. "Is the world supposed to be spinning?"

“No that’s no good. Come here,” he knelt down and picked her up.

She closed her eyes, the swirling room was starting to make her nauseous. "I'll be alright, don't worry about me."

He hugged her close “I’m sorry Belle,”

"Don't be sorry, it's okay, really." She relaxed into his grip.

“Okay,” he said softly as he sat her on the bed and kissed her forehead.

She opened her eyes slowly, watching the world slowly come to a standstill. "And the room has stopped spinning. Lovely."

“That’s good,” he chuckled. Trying to reach his tattoo on his back but his arms couldn’t reach. It was red and the ends swirled, literally moving.

"What the-?! Is that supposed to be moving?" She watched it in shock and slight horror.

Ryan groaned harshly, growling at the end. “I can’t reach it,”