As Eli walks home his thoughts are filled with her and only her.
POV Eli:
(wow this picture is so precious, im keeping it forever. Something doesn’t sit right with me though the way mark looks at me it seems that he hates me… i'm not trying to steal danielle anyways we're just friends.)
Mark POV:
“Shit i'm lost….”
“Ah fuck where the hell is this i just lookedd away for 5 seconds and now im stuck somewhere shady”
“Is this one of the places where they sell drugs and stuff?”
“I wonder if they take minors… “
*random kid throws sum stik*
“HOY KUYA (insert new character) PAKUHAAAA”“(oh shit a child RUN)”
*after running away for 10 minutes*
“WHERE THE EVERLOVING FUCK AM I?!?”
Danielle POV:
(Well here i am walking home looking like a fine ass tomato, his hoodie smells like him.. I feel so happy meeting these horny idiots. I still can’t believe mark kissed me mayghad!, i still have the gummies eli gave me, it's a nice feeling knowing that i have 3 guy friends. There's the 5’6 conyo with glasses, 5’4 dude that has a doormat dog, and a 5’8 giant who is actually capable of human affection. Im staying single though, FUCK BOIS!!!!)POV: Mark
As mark slowly loses his shit and doesnt know where the fuck he is he spots danielle happily running around yelling “fuck bois!!!” and laughs at the sight.“HOY KUYA! BUMALIK KA DITO SINIRA MO YUNG STICK NAMEN!!” yelled 4 furios little kids “WHO THE FUCK ARETHEY? DARK DEMON CHILDREN OF SATAN?!” yelled mark, meanwhile danielle turns around after hearing a ruckus and finds a 5’8 dude being beaten by 4 demonic looking children” “holy shit danielle, HELP ME!” danielle hears from the distance and rushes to the ruckus realizing its mark. “Kids if you don't leave him alone i'm also gonna break your knee and necks..” the demonic children flee from the sight of a demonic woman “holy shit you’re worse than the children-” mark exclaimed
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