Role Play Here

Gabe  smiled and grabbed Oli's hands and walking across the street into the plaza. He kept walking untill they came to his mom's restaraunt. His biological mom, who had died 2 years ago. He smiled as the hostess came up and hugged him. Heyyy Gabbey she smiled and pulled back, noticing Oliver. Who's your friend? He smiled and held his hand Well this is my friend Oliver. We were hoping to get a bite to eat. She smiled and led them to a booth, his favorite booth in the whole restaraunt.

Acia: I smiled, then blushed at his comment. "Oh why thank you.. You're quiet handsome yourself.'' I smiled, brushing my bangs out of my eyes. Yes, I'm emo.. Yes I cut.. But don't judge me okay? Getting out my books, I was ready for classs.

    Oliver walked alongside Gabe as he led him through the plaza and into a restaurant. "What's this place?" he asked curiously, studying the inside. He returned his eyes back to the hostess that came up and greeted them. He was a bit surprised to know that she knew Gabe. After his introductory, he gave a little nod of the head in greeting at the girl, keeping quiet until they sat down. He sat on the opposite side of the table as Gabe and looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Mind telling me what this place is? How does that girl up there know you?"

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    Marcel chuckled a little, turning away in embarrassment and pushing up his large glasses again. He didn't think himself to be handsome, and frankly no one was kind enough to even fake-comment that he was. He stood awkwardly by his desk, looking around trying to find what else to say. His blue-green eyes caught sight of her arms. Fresh and old cuts and scrapes lined her forearms and wrists. He leaned forward and gently took one of her arms, running his thumb over her wrist. "Why do you do this?" he asked curiously, not trying to offend her in any way. She was beautiful. What reason could she have to harm herself like this. Marcel returned his eyes back up to her waiting for her answer.

Gabe smiled and played with the menus. Well, this is my mom's restaraunt, befor she passed, so I kinda run it now. Me and my Brother co own this place. That girl was my mom's old friend. She knew me ever since I was a baby.

Acaia

He looked the other way hiding his embarrsment, and I could tell. When he saw my cuts, I turned away tears filled my eyes. "I-I.. Mar-marcel.'' I studdered, running out of the clasroom and into the jaintor's closet, my knees up to my chest.

    Marcel felt beyond bad. He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid as to ask about such a thing. He didn't catch her when she ran out, but soon followed. Kids still littered the hallways, milling around and talking. Marcel pushed through them, getting to the janitor's closet. A few kids looked at him weird, more so than they already do, but went on with their conversations. He knocked a few times on the door. "Acaia, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. ...Can I come in?" he asked. After waiting a few seconds, he turned the handle on the door and peeked inside. The dark-haired girl sat in the corner among all the cleaning supplies, with her knees pulled to her chest. "Caia," he randomly nicknamed her, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked..." He got down on a knee, pushing up his glasses as he got situated. "Are you okay?"

Forgot about Oliver Ney Ney.

Acaia

Tears flowed down my face, and I sobbed quitely hoping he would find me.  You wonder why I want him back? Well I just want to be loved right now. The closet door opened, and I expected to see the jaintor, but I saw a cheeky boy in nerdy glasses. I weakly giggled at his nickname for me. "Hey Marcie..Can I call you that?" I bit my lip. "I-i'm fine.. So so-sorry.'' I cried, as tears fell down my cheeks. "T-that subject is se-sensitive.'' I say.

    Marcel shuffled into a sitting position next to her, draping an arm across her shoulders. He just felt so stupid. "You can call me whatever you'd like," he said softly. His usually high-pitched voice was deeper and...normal now as he talked in a quiet manner. "I'm sorry. You don't need to be sorry." His free hand took up one of her arms, once again running his thumb over the scars and scabbed cuts. "You're...beautiful. Please don't hurt yourself," he spoke with all sincerity. He knew that hearing these things come from him was the last thing she'd ever want to hear. He was Marcel. Known as the weird, nerdy guy. Hopefully she'd take him seriously.

Acaia

 I smiled weakly and replied. "Thank you..for everything.'' I said, laying my head on one of his shoulder. When he traced a  finger over my cuts, I winced. "It's fine.'' I whispered. Pressing my lips onto his cheek, I blushed, loving this moment.

Acaia- I smiled, seeing him blush. "It's alright..'' I say, standing up on my feet. Looking down, I blush when he asked me the 'question.' No guy has ever asked me that question before, since I was a loner. "Uh sure..'' I blushed, not really knowing how to reply.

    Marcel smiled wide. She'd actually said yes! "Great!" he said happily. "But, uhm, you don't have to go with me if you don't want to," he relapsed, not wanting to force her into having to go to the dance with him if she didn't want to. (omfg I'm so sorry Dx)

Acaia- "You're not forcing me too, I want to go.'' I smiled, kissing his cheek again. "Now how about we go back to class?" I ask, hugging him softly. (OMFG, i'm sorry too. :P)

Ney Ney, Oliver and Gabe?