@croccin-champagne
((Twinsies!))
((Twinsies!))
(Ha gottem)
(Leave the 14 y.o. to sulk in her corner of spite and stubbornness.)
(Hey I'm fourteen too you're not alone. For three days, at least)
(Lol, Imma be an adult the next time I age.)
(Oof that sucks. Taxes are shit)
(I'm stuck being 14 for another month and 2 days.)
((Wait wait wait. Mine's July 21st?))
(Am I not the youngest for once?)
((Gdi.))
(Uhhhhhhh, rip)
Cassie gave a quick nod, hopping down off the stage. "Dropping off voice lessons does that."
Lillian moved and jumped off the stage with her, "That makes sense."
Laura watched Cassie curiously. She seemed to be an interesting person.
Cassie looked up, as though feeling eyes on her, and met Laura's gaze. And then she winked.
Laura's eyes widened and she looked away quickly. Stupid, she scolded herself.
Lillian glanced around the room and then at the clock, "So I guess rehearsal is over now."
"Leavin' me with a lack o' things t' do." Cassie mused, glancing down at her phone in her hands. "Maybe I'll start some trouble."
"With who?" Lillian asked a little curious and wary, "Or just in general."
(Hey y'all)
"Who knows. I sure don't." Cassie looked off in thought, before studying her bag. "I got a can o' spray paint and I'm bored. We'll see what comes of it."
Lloyd gathered his things when the bell rang and got up, preparing to just leave quietly.
(Heylo!)
"Just don't tag anything in here," Lillian said, "Otherwise you'll be the one cleaning it up. Got it?"
(I'm old now wheeze)
Lloyd walked out of the auditorium and went 'home' to the crappy apartment he lived alone in.
(I THOUGHT SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)
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