#but we dress it up with pretty aesthetics and hello kitty so we can pretend its cute

[princsstwilightsparkl]

im the opposite of a hater but the one thing i will always hate on.. is haters.. ☠️ like if i ever see any of yall hate posting for no reason and talking about how much people with different harmless opinions piss you off, youre immediately on my list of people to avoid..

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                   hllo ! i’m nora ( she / her, 24, gmt ) crawling back to this rp once more like the dirty sewer slug i am !! i just can’t get enough, baybeyyy ! u may remember me frm such roles as alma putnam, rory bergstrom, bridget matusiak or greta o’driscoll 2 name jst a few.... sure there were more over these long years, bt the show must go on.... this is mimi, she’s dogmatic, tenacious n single-minded 2 the point of recklessness, she doesn’t like handouts n she’s funding her degree through her onlyfans account n moaning abt shit on tiktok. we love 2 see it !!  slam that like button n i’ll creep into ur DMs like the slippery worm i am   OR u can discord me at that bitch carole baskin#8664.   a humble pinterest.

『ALEXA DEMIE ❙ CIS-FEMALE 』 ⟿ looks like MIMI MARTÍNEZ is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as an ARCHITECTURE AND SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGY student. SHE is 22 years old & known to be STRONG-WILLED, GOAL-ORIENTED, ARROGANT & EASILY BORED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ nora. 24. gmt. she/her.

this is p embarassing but i actually originally wrote mimi for a discord rp based around love island asgjag dont laugh at me but it was so chaotic n someone deleted it w-out telling any of us so i lost her bio.... all her threads....e verythin.... it was mad. but anyway we startin from scratch w this intro so bare with

mimi is a really extra character so when trying to flesh her out i thot of the most extra thing i could do n made a colour coded mindmap with watercolour paints detailing her values, aesthetics and early life. shoot me

background: she grew up in a trailer home in boulder city, abt half an hour from vegas. her mom had worked in a vegas casino for most of her 20s but relocated to boulder city for a slower pace of life / lower crime rate when she started having kids. mimi has 2 older brothers n she’s the youngest. has that invulnerable younger sibling complex n basically thinks nothing can touch her. very confident in her own intelligence and her ability to get shit done 

has mexican ancestry on her mom’s side. doesn’t know her dad. was raised with spanish catholic principals n found it all very stained glass windows and extra n that’s why she was kinda drawn to the decadence of vegas and all these massively high key aesthetics, like dia de les muertos was her fave thing growin up just bcos the pure feel of the festival and painting a sugar skull on her face n being able to party on the streets in a flower crown where everyone was kinda anonymous but together in this celebration

in boulder city her mom worked as a carer as there’s a lot of retirees there. mimi really resented the slow pace of life, longed for some fucking energy n life. she was a cheerleader in school but outside of school there wsn’t much to do except practise stunts and go on bike rides.  occasionally they’d get dressed up and catch a bus to henderson, the next biggest city for them to get tht sweet night life

her teenage years consisted mostly of hanging around the renovated motel blocks used as housing projects n tanning by the pool. very florida project if you’ve seen that. she reminds me a lot of the mum in that. also she started working as an avon rep going door-to-door when she was 16 bcos she wanted to have her own income. like as young as 14 she’d decided she was smart enough to go to college but she didn’t have the money n her family didn’t really see it as a worthwhile thing, her mom was very like the mom from matilda “you chose books.... i chose looks!” which i think is where a lot of mimi’s more shallow / appearance-driven traits come from

wasn’t really ‘cool’ until high school. before that she was a bit of a lisa simpson type. won a spelling bee when she was 9. was in the mathletes squad in middle school. when she went from middle school to high school she started cheer and tried to reinvent herself basically. always been very concerned with social mobility and keen to socially climb, like when she enters a new situation she’ll find out who the alphas are and quickly try n befriend them

when she turned 18 she moved out and went to vegas despite her mom hating the idea bcos it was everything she’d tried to get her kids away from. she worked in the clubs there for several years as a shot girl, a table dancer, n eventually she started workin behind the bar in a strip club. in the club it ws really hard to resist becoming a dancer bcos of the sheer amount they made in tips. no one really pressured her into it she just eventually decided tht it was way more logical to do it while she was young n fit and had the stamina and ppl were willing to pay to see her body so she started taking pole fitness lessons. she also started working as a cam girl around this time

working in vegas strip clubs is basically whats paid for uni. like she didn’t go at 18 like most of her friends did bcos she didn’t have the money and she didn’t want to feel indebted to a college like she had to compete for her place and not put a toe out of line bcos she was on a scholarship. she was determined to pay her own way and it took 4 years of working really hard and saving n even tho she was working in vegas she basically never went out bcos every penny she had needed to go on uni n thts how we get to radcliffe baybeeyy

part 2  - interior / values / personality

values: the aesthetic !! literally loves the aesthetic so much. everything she owns is super embellished, she’s a pop socket gal, her dell laptop is covered in glitzy stickers, she always has acrylics n probs makes nail art videos on tiktok. really tuned into tiny details like painting a little hello kitty above her eye which translates into her degree when she’s doing small-scale mockups of town plans n stuff... she jst puts so much detail into them. ppl often get surprised when she tells them she does architecture but it makes so much sense bcos she grew up in a trailer park n was always thinking about ways the space could be more efficiently used, like she loves re-conceptualising neighbourhoods, definitely spent hours on sims as a kid. she also grew up near hoover dam n so loads of school trips they just took them there n she was like.... this is tight but it could be cooler.... where’s the passion....

massively into photography, has such a neat instagram feed like everything just compliments the tones in the next post like mMMM. idk if any of u know any architecture students but this is literally the one constant i can find…. like they all have super good instagrams feeds. is that bitch that will take 40 fake candids of u in a row at different angles to get u the perfect profile picture cos she understands the importance of marketing urself and having an online #brand

has wire rimmed glasses that she doesn’t need to see BUT they r like a magnifying glass for when she’s working with really small materials to do a mock up of an urban plan, and also just sometimes wears them for the aesthetic bc she’s such a pinterest bitch

assassination nation is such a big mood. literally the aesthetics of that and lily colson’s whole brand of feminism and nudity not being inherently sexual but at the same time wanting to profit off that bcos why the fuck shouldnt she use a corrupt system to her advantage is incredibly mimi

literally a human personification of a bratz doll both in attitude and fashion sense

somehow simultaneously gansey in the raven cycle AND elle woods in legally blonde? the two genders 

values cont bc i started rambling: her independence and freedom. being the best at any given task she sets her mind to accomplish because she is unable to accept failure. social mobility. sexual liberation. interested in the psychology of sub-cultures and how ppl form groups and interact w each other and cult identities which is why she minors in anthropology. pro-choice. pro-weed legalisation. pro-sex worker rights. very activist.

aesthetics tht remind me of her: von dutch. a strappy cami top that says ‘please do not do coke in the bathroom’. low-waisted jeans that show off her belly button piercing. acrylic nails tapping against a heavily embellished second-hand dell laptop. heart shaped sunglasses in every colour. translucent stripper heels with barbie doll heads and plastic spiders in the heel. spraying champagne you cant afford all over the walls. narcotics in a heart shaped locket. an amazon wishlist full of lingerie linked on your tinder profile. sex tapes recorded on VCR. a religious devotion to waxing clinics. necking shots like you were born to do it.

she’s an enfj type which makes her pretty charismatic and confidence, like she has a fierce kind of energy to her, but she’s also super unwilling to accept criticism, dogmatic and can only really see her own way of thinking, quite ruthless when it comes 2 other ppls emotions despite having a poor control of her own and being prone to turbulence / throwin a bitch fit in the craft lab. easily bored. competitive. self-assured to the point of arrogance. forceful. adaptable. usually more rational than emotional but occasionally loses the ability to make rational decisions when blinded by a need for perfectionism.

very goal-oriented. money motivates her. money and clothes. she wants to look bomb while earning big bucks. when she gets her mind set on a project it literally consumes her she will forget to eat and sleep? i don’t know her.  like when a final design project is due for architecture she’ll be up all night doing adderall and speed to keep her awake working on the placement of a single tree for ages cos its gotta be perfect

loves chaos. will spill your secrets and pretend it was an accident. will always be that gif of kim kardashian sipping her tea while drama unfolds around her. lives for the drama like that gifset of bratz when she comes running and gets her phone out to record a fight.

im makin her sound like a really bad person but hopefully she’ll be somewhat likeable she can be very charismatic and endearing and she’s naturally quite funny. also now she’s finally in college and doesn’t have to worry so much about money she actually allows herself to party n bcos she denied herself of it for so long she kinda makes up for it by going p wild like will be the girl climbing on to stage to crowd surf at gigs or doing a summersault off the bar and being escorted out by bouncers, thats the energy were looking at, pure dionysian hedonistic impulse

really gd at talking her way out of shit like parking fines. so good at being an ‘im baby’ girl and often dumbs herself down to figures of authority to appear less like a threatening ball-breaker and more like a confused fiat 500 girl who didn’t know red meant stop she thought it meant slow down

listens almost exclusively to female artists. has fergalicious on repeat when she does squats infront of the mirror n just the biggest fergie stan. also lana del rey’s whole vibe is massive mimi energy

ok ya thats all i have for now..... hopefully this is somewhat coherent and not just garbage.

[sucker-for-sniffles]

Go Home (1/3?)

In which I write the beginning of a hurt/comfort sickfic but I haven’t gotten to the comfort part yet so now I’m just in pain, enjoy

Relevant context: This is set vaguely in the Regency era but like, for the aesthetic, wherein historical accuracy has been thrown out the window. Julian is an anxious disaster bi, Kitty is his sister, Daisy is his dog, and Remy is the strapping lad who swept him off his feet at a midsummer masquerade a few months prior.

“I know, baby,” Julian murmured, scratching behind Daisy’s ear as she nestled her nose under his chin. “I’m excited, too. I’m sure he’ll pet you when he gets here.”

Daisy tucked in her back leg and relaxed, evidently falling asleep while Julian kept absently stroking her. Remy’s visit couldn’t come soon enough. His mother seemed hell-bent on ruining his esteem just because she knew Remy would come around to boost it again, but at least he’d have someone who cared to show his garden to, even if it would make Remy a little sniffly. They didn’t have to stay long, just enough for the rosebushes and the sunflower nook and the place he’d just let wildflowers take over, because after all, they knew what to do--well, Remy would tell him when he had to leave.

He must have drifted off by mistake under Daisy’s comforting warmth, because he woke to Kitty hammering on his door. “Jules, your beau is here.”

“He’s not my beau,” Julian murmured. Yet. And then her words hit and he shoved Daisy off him, muttering a curse. “Tell him I’ll be right down.”

“Yes, sir,” Kitty said, and Julian could practically see the sarcastic bow she must be giving. Send a damn messenger if she didn’t want to take a message back.

Julian scrambled to make himself presentable. His hair was a bedheaded mess, so he just scraped it back in a puffy ponytail in place of the nice braiding he’d planned. He’d fallen asleep half-dressed, thankfully, and just had to toss on a vest and a coat. Almost as an afterthought, he dug through a drawer for a handful of handkerchiefs and stowed them in his pocket, not afraid to admit Remy might be scatterbrained enough to forget his own.

He murmured an apology to Daisy, gave her head a quick kiss, and dashed downstairs. “Hello, Remy,” he said, a little breathless. “I’m sorry I’m a mess, I accidentally fell asleep with--oh, you look awful,” he finished when he drew close enough to see Remy’s face properly. He was smiling, but dark circles traced under his eyes and his nose was already rubbed raw.

“Thanks, I try,” Remy quipped, and his voice sounded painfully congested.

Julian gently took his hand. “Aren’t you feeling well? We can do this another day.”

“He promised not to get you sick,” Kitty cut in, perched halfway on the entry table. “I told him how whiny you get.”

Julian cast her a glare.

Remy sniffled, but it hardly seemed to do anything. “It’s fine,” he said, though the way his voice caught and scratched in his throat was far from convincing. He turned away to cough into a handkerchief he’d at least remembered to bring.

Julian put a hand on his back until the fit passed. “You should rest at home,” he said softly, hoping Kitty wouldn’t eavesdrop.

“I feel better with you.”

Julian held back a smile, but couldn’t stop the flush that crossed his face. “That’s sweet, but please, don’t suffer on my account. My flowers will only make things worse for you; can’t we at least do something else? One of the maids taught me a new card game the other day.”

Remy shook his head and drew back from Julian. “I’ve been looking forward to this visit,” he insisted, “and I know you have. Your garden is important to you, and a cold’s not going to stop me seeing it.”

“That means he loves you,” Kitty crooned, and Julian tugged Remy outside by the sleeve.

Outside, Remy coughed once, from embarrassment or the cooler air Julian wasn’t sure. He took his hand again to lead him to the garden. “Tell me if you want to turn back,” he said.

“I won’t want to,” Remy promised with a thick sniffle that begged to differ.

Brow furrowed, Julian led Remy towards the garden.

The effect hit him before they’d even crossed the gates. Remy’s hand shot to his handkerchief and he pinched his nose through it, stifling two quick sneezes.

“Don’t hold them in,” Julian chided, pushing the gate open.

Remy coughed to clear his throat. “I’m trying to be polite.”

“You came to my house stuffed full of cold; we’re past polite,” Julian said sharply. “And blow your nose. Heaven knows we brought enough handkerchiefs between us.”

Remy raised an eyebrow, but did as Julian said. “Are you all right?” he asked, after clearing his throat again.

“Am I all right?” Julian wasn’t looking at Remy anymore, but scanning his garden to decide where to go first.

“You seem tense,” Remy said, taking a few strides into the garden. “Those look pretty,” he added, pointing to the bed of wildflowers.

Julian started off towards them. “I’ve had a bit of a rough day,” he admitted, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk about it. This was supposed to be an escape.

“Better with me in it?” Remy suggested, though his voice grew airy at the end and he snapped forward with a harsh sneeze. He managed to get out a handkerchief to catch the second, one that scraped at the back of his throat hard enough Julian could see him wince when he swallowed.

“These are just wildflowers,” Julian said, crouching by the flower bed and carefully avoiding responding to Remy’s quip. His day would certainly be better if he could tuck Remy into bed and hold him instead of taking him somewhere that would only make him more miserable. “I just scattered the seeds when I started, and as long as they get enough water, they keep up like this on their own. The blue ones would suit you, I think, if I’d put it anywhere near your face.”

“Go ahead,” Remy offered with a smile, making a gesture behind his ear in invitation, but Julian just looked at his raw nose and teary eyes and stood back up. “Where to next?” Remy asked, standing up after him and scrubbing under his nose. “You must show me where you grow ro--oh--excuse me--” He turned away to his handkerchief, stifling at first out of habit, but responding to Julian’s glare by letting the second out. He couldn’t stop the little whimper that followed before he launched into a fit of coughing that seemed to take the air out of him completely.

Julian put a hand on his shoulder, half-comforting and half-demanding, to lead him to a bench to sit. Remy didn’t resist, and dropped hard into the bench, still hacking out a lung.

“Remy--”

“It’s fine,” Remy gasped, and, as if to prove it, shot back to his feet.

And then his eyes unfocused, he swayed, and Julian barely reacted fast enough to catch him before he hit the ground.

Panic overtook anything else. “Remy?” Julian asked, shaking his shoulder even though he knew he wouldn’t get a response. “Remy?” He cursed to himself and lay Remy gently on the floor, the lump in his throat growing as he heard the wheeze in his breath. What did you do with someone fainted? He knew this, he knew this, but he couldn’t remember.

He cupped a hand around Remy’s cheek--it was burning to the touch, but that hardly surprised him--and tried to gently pat him awake. When that didn’t work, he just curled his knees to his chest and buried his face in them, trying to control the tears rising behind his eyes and the way it felt like his heart would give out from racing.

“Mmng,” Remy murmured after what could have been seconds or minutes. It took him a moment to process where he was, and he squinted at Julian. “Did I…?”

“Yes,” Julian snapped, furiously scrubbing the tears from his eyes as fear turned to anger. “You idiot.”

Remy frowned. “‘S not fair.”

“What’s not fair,” Julian snapped, “is you coming into my home denying you’re ill and then fainting in my garden and scaring me senseless.”

“I didn’t deny I’m--”

“I’m not done talking!” Julian climbed to his feet, getting a surge of satisfaction at getting to look down at Remy. “Did you think once how I would feel to see you this way? Did you think once that we agreed this would be for me, but you haven’t listened to a word I’ve said since you got here? You’re selfish, Hackett, or you don’t think at all.” Something quiet told Julian he should have stopped talking long ago, but rage shouted louder in every part of him. “Get out of my garden and go home.”

The red around Remy’s eyes and the way he shook when he stood up were because he was ill, Julian told himself, and turned on his heel to head back to his room and his dog.

“Come talk to me when you’re ready,” Remy said softly, the note of hurt in his voice too strong to ignore. Julian pretended not to hear him and stalked back home through the garden he couldn’t bring himself to love.

[rozenmich]

Tae, The cat. Introduction

~Ladies and Gentlemen, peers, mah dudes.

Welcome to the shitshow. Sorry I already failed. I'm supposed to just inform you that the content below is full of profanity, dumb jokes and shounen ai content. That means romantic cutely sweet guys being gay. Cause this is my love story. Or some shit like that. So go ahead and enjoy.

Or hate it. I don't know. I'm not your mom. So far actually it's just about me and my bestie. But we will get there people. Baby steps. Baby steps.

Do please show your love if you are interested in my story, cause even tho I find it creepy. God. Or more like the loser writing this story, likes attention and it's a deeply flawed person with no self esteem.

So yeah

-Love, Tanner

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"Tae... Tae!..." Her voice was being suffocated by the loud music coming from his headphones. He was staring to the table in front of him, a blue tray with food siting between his arms. Suddenly a third arm appeared slamming the table scaring the living shit out of him. But he immediately recognised the caramel brown flawless skin of his best friend Isabella, God damn her and her naturally soft skin, who then pulled from the cord of his headphones, them falling on his shoulders, Tae pouted following her with his grey eyes as she sat on front of him, she seemed upset. He could tell by the way the strand of hair in the top of her head curled, and not really from the wide eyes, heavy breathing and frown she was dedicating him.

"Dude! What the hell?!"

Yeah she definitely was upset, Tae's dyed light blue and pink cat ears lower themselves in guilt as he realised what was wrong. He quickly grabbed his phone and pause the music. They usually walked to the cafeteria and had lunch together, but Isabella, a teacher's pet, was talking with the science fair coordinator and Tae after class just went his own way.

"I'm sorry man, I-" Tae began explaining but Isabella shaked her head shushing him while she took a bite of her mash potatoes, She knew Tae had trouble reading people, he was clueless when it came to normal human expressions, but she was the exception, they had known each other for so long that Tae knew by heart her other tells about her mood and her usual triggers, so she could guess what he was about to say.

"Man, it's not only that you left me behind. You have being distracted lately. Are you Okay?" The tone of concern in Isabella's voice scared Tae, and also surprised him. He tilted his head trying to think how to phrase his worries as he grabbed a fork and started eating with her.

"It's San Valentine's Day soon..." Tae started explaining looking at his food, avoiding her gaze "I usually don't care too much but. It's the first time I will spend it completely alone eating Cheetos on my pyjamas while playing Final Fantasy all day. That's a really sad thing to do in a day for friendship and love you know?"

Tae had just started living on his own, no family, no roommates. And he felt unexpectedly lonely.

Isabella open her eyes in surprise, hearing those words coming out of shy, scared of people, awkward Tae was truthly amazing. Isabella thought that the scenario Tae just described would be heaven for him, but she wasn't one to dismiss the worries of her best friend.

"But Final Fantasy are all about friendship!" Isabella joked which made Tae just look at her like 'seriously?' with a smirk as he still found it funny, she thought about it for a moment leaving the joke behind.

"Since when you became a sad cliche? Tae, come on, I would totally crash at your place if you want me to!" The young girl said with a soft smile trying to cheer him up, Tae looked at her lifting one of his cat ears in interest.

"Mmm? I thought you where going to this concert with your boyfriend"

Isabella chuckle softly and shrug. "Yeah that was the plan. But he didn't want to go once he heard who the band was and where it was. I can't blame him, he's not the one for those kind of things." Isabella pulled her backpack from her back and started rummaging through it. It was blue and was full of pins with nerdy puns and chemical symbols, just the sight of it gave Tae a headache as school wasn't exactly the favourite thing in his life. Finally Isabella handed him a ticket.

"Maybe we should go after all. I didn't thought about inviting you sooner since I thought you don't like this kind of music either"

Tae was one hundred percent more into foreign pop music and indeed heavy rock wasn't much of his style so he was a bit doubtful at first. He grab the ticket and inspect it more carefully. Late at night, some shady basement, several bands from town but different schools...

"Maddo Pinku?! Oh for the love of spaghetti with meatballs dude!" Tae's tail started to wave in excitement as he lifted his eyes to look at the other side of the cafeteria where a small group of eccentric people had gather lively talking about something Tae wasn't able to hear from so far away. The girl was obviously the center of attention. The table shined with the glitter of popularity and social status. The girl had way too much eyeliner listening to the bassist yelling the loudest he was all over the place, the drummer which had a face mask resting under his chin to be able to eat, was having a more chill conversation with the guy on the synth trying his damn hardest to not listen to his bandmate's rambling and yelling. Dispite them all going dressed in black they managed to stand out.

That was Maddo Pinku, or at least the girl dressed like a Gothic lolita, the rest of guys where her band mates.

"Yep, That's Taylor alright." Isabella replied with a sweatdrop. Maddo Pinku is just her stage name, but she insisted on being called that to everyone even teachers as she hated deeply the name Taylor. "I didn't imagine you like their music"

"I do!" Tae said turning to her but then shaked his head relaxing a bit "Well not exactly, I like the style of kawaii metal, obviously" Tae made a sign to Isabella to look at him, light blue with pink coloured hair, glasses, a lilac hoodie with a Hello Kitty pattern and some black jeans and finger less gloves. Of course also his cat ears and tail but that was just a biological advantage for his aesthetic. Isabella rolled her eyes with a smile "but heavy music does hit me hard so..." Tae looked back at the ticked and ended up shrugging sliding it into his pocket "What the hell let's go. If we are lucky they end up being terrible and at least we get a good laugh out of the whole deal"

Isabella gasped pretending to be shocked putting her hand on her chest as she laughed, happy that she had someone to go with "Tanner, you evil maniac" Isabella wasn't exactly fan of Maddo Pinku but of music in general. It had a lot more power than people realize.

She stuck her tongue out at Tae, who's full name is indeed Tanner, in a teasing manner.

Tae could relate to Taylor, as he also disliked his name but he didn't had a cool stage nickname like Maddo Pinku for people to call him by instead. But hey Tae was pretty dope too.

Their table was completely empty, Isabella and Tae where nerds, different kind of nerds but nerds nonetheless and their friend circle was... Limited. Apart from Isabella's boyfriend no one else talked to them much unless they had to and they both where perfectly okay with that. It's not that there weren't other gamers in school, geeks or even weeabos, but Isabella and Tae where shy people, and just with one friend was enough, so they never forced themselves to get more. They where sort of invisible most of the time and they found comfort in that.

Isabella had her boyfriend but Tae... Only had Isabella. When he found himself unable to sleep late at night, when Isabella wasn't in class, when he was picked last on the science fair he realised.

He was lonely.

It was completely different, more cold, than being alone. Lonely meant he had no one around to share his happy moments with, and it was starting to weight on him. He didn't want to overwhelm Isabella but he also didn't undestood too well the art of making friends. He wasn't streight up weird however, or 'that' kid, so he still had some hope about making a new friend dispite his struggle to understand people's intentions. He wants to step out of his comfort zone and live the best life he can.

Even Isabella was just a happy accident he didn't plan. After Tae was failing chemistry he was tutored by Isabella and they ended up making a lasting friendship after Tae drag her with him into the vast void of procrastination.

"How did you got this tickets anyways?" Tae asked suddenly which disoriented Isabella for a moment, but she then smiled proudly.

"I won them in a podcast giveaway! I love listening to podcasts" Isabella mimicked being a DJ making a funny face that made Tae laugh.

"Really? I'm kind of surprised"

"Yeah! I like to hear them while im working, the voices make me feel more comfortable"

Tae smiled softly nodding in understanding, he took a deep breath in a bit of relief. The fact that Isabella had a similar problem made him feel a little bit better. There was always the possibility she couldn't relate and ended up judging him a bit for it but Tae knew Isabella isn't that kind of person.

Tae looked up at the band group eating together again, he found himself actually looking forward to it. Not because the band but because he would have a lot of fun with Isabella.

Adventure. Friendship. Music. It was perfect.

More perfect that he could even imagine.