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may was right. it was good to do at least one nice deed, and that was exactly what she did. upon hearing her name, she smiled. “ may. like the month, cute! ” the girl complimented then thanked her for complimenting her own name. “ why, thank you. courtesy of my parents. ” she playfully curtsied before giggling a bit. “ where are you headed? i can walk you if you’d like! ”
            
            
            ( @derrysmarts  )

" really , it's no big deal . some of us at least
            has some kindness in us , " may replied , before
            giving her another smile . she pushed up her
            glasses , listening to the story leona gave about
            some guy knocking her over . " yeah it's really
            annoying that some people don't at least say
            excuse me or sorry if they bump into another
            person.  it's insane to me , " she explained ,
            holding onto her own books . " everyone calls
            me may . may sullivan . you've got a pretty
            name by the way . leona . i love it ! "

leona gently took her papers, “ thanks again. i wouldn’t say you owed me but, ” she shrugged and let her think of it as a solid. she wasn’t to argue with such a nice girl! the other girl practically scoffed, agreeing with her statement about people not their manners around here. “ i know right? this guy bumped into me las week, almost knocked my whole soul out of my body! and / he / wanted to play victim. ” leo couldn’t even get into it, it would be like a whole debate! so instead, she just rolled her eyes with a sigh, giving her book a tighter squeeze. “ anyway . . . my name is leona. leona sinclair. what’s yours? ”
            
            
            ( @derrysmarts  )

// also new icon check LMAOAOS

leona shuddered the same time as him. “he’s creepy. he’s always trying to get a date with nancy.” her face scrunched up at the thought. she was sure mike could probably imagine the look on her face as she was talking because of her tone, but then again, maybe not. she set the walkie talkie down on the ground where she grabbed her sneakers and slipped them on. “but, nah. i don’t think you’re a basket case. and you shouldn’t think that about yourself either.” she got up from the bed and grabbed her green light purple jacket, putting it on. she had on her t-shirt and pajama pants. she smiled a little, “oh, that? that’s a piece of cake, don’t worry.” she waved a hand dismissively, bending down to grab the walkie talkie. “okay, i’ll be there soon. over and out.” she pushed the antenna down and set the device down on her nightstand. then made up her bed and made it look like there was someone still in there before crawling out of her window. she closed it and hopped off the roof (don’t worry, it wasn’t that high). as she ran towards her bike, she took her hair out of her jacket as it was a pain. literally. with that, she set her bike up and hopped on, making her way to mike’s house.

mike pushed out his tongue to the inside of his cheek, hearing how her tone had significantly softened. Leaning back against his headboard in a heap, he caused a bit of feedback, though he responded: "Yeah. Sounds like I'm a real basket case, doesn't it? Like... Keith from the arcade." He shuddered a little when he remembered the tall lanky boy, always snacking on his cheetos and making a mess of himself... Disgusting. He started to wonder if he'd grow up to be like /that/ at this rate. He was just going crazy. "I... Well, obviously I don't mind," He told, "But it's the window. It's busted.. Unless you're strong enough to actually get it open, then by all means. But I'll wait for you." He said with finality, his heart skipping a beat at the thought, that he started to overthink, questioning if his response was too damn quick. 

leona frowned a little at his words. she felt bad that he couldn’t get any good, and she knew that was all he wanted. was to sleep. and his mom won’t let him leave the house? that’s pretty rough. “oh, mikey, i’m sorry..” she rolled over so she was laying on her stomach and let her feet sway a little. the girl lightly scratched her head before continuing to play with her curls. “i would tell you come over here but…your mom won’t let you leave. she might even be awake now! waiting for you to come out of the room or something.” she tried to lighten up the mood, giggling softly and sitting up from her bed. “how about i come to you instead? you don’t mind that, do you?” of course, he didn’t have to want her to come. she won’t if he didn’t. that way instead of bothering her through the walkie talkie, he could bother her while she’s in his arms! they’ve slept in the same bed before so it wasn’t anything they’ve done before. “we can talk to each other until we both fall asleep.”