Aliyah Ross
Im nothing special, but Brent would tell you otherwise.
Im an Artist. Music is the reason Im alive. I don't usually talk a lot... until you get to know me. What the heck am I supposed to say here?
17. Empath. Healer.
Don’t wake me up if I’m sleeping this life away, Tell me that I’ll never be good enough, Sometimes it hurts to think it could really be that way, It won’t be that way.
*Roleplay*
fucking. perfection.
“They made a movie about me you know? It’s called The 6th Sense.”
Dean Blake|16|Mediumship|Immortality|Element Manipulation|FC:Munro Chambers
Dean doesn’t speak much but when he does, he usually gets weird stares or confused glances. He’s one of the weird kids who never really fit in anywhere. Very dark and mysterious, misunderstood is an understatement. No one gets him because no one gives him the time of day. Sure he’s cute but it’s his mind that scares away the girls here at Campbell. He sees ghosts on a regular basis, so often in fact he can’t tell the dead ones from the live ones so he’s always found talking to himself. With his monotone voice and emotionless expression, he’s searching for something here at Campbell he doesn’t quite know yet.
Possible ships: Dean/Alex| Dean/Katie| Dean/Julie| Dean/Mississippi| Dean/Up To Rper
(Please take note the possible ships are not endgame, they’re just an opinion :3)
Ooohh looks like a sort of friend for Aliyah:3
IT WAS ONE TIME.
no.
please? :)
Aliyah was jumping between finishing up some work from the next few weeks, or maybe even months, that she’s be gone during soon, last minute packing and sleeping. She smiled, hearing her phone go off with a text from Brent. They’d been so busy with last minute tour stuff, they…
She couldnt help but smile when he kissed her cheek. Aliyah left her arms wrapped around him as he hugged her tightly and smiled against his lips. It was one of her favorite things ever when he hugged her like that. She let him intertwine their fingers and began to walk beside him.” Hm, not much, as always. Just finishing up some work for what Im gonna miss and trying to finish some last minute packing. You?” she asked, leaning against his side a little.
Aliyah was jumping between finishing up some work from the next few weeks, or maybe even months, that she’s be gone during soon, last minute packing and sleeping. She smiled, hearing her phone go off with a text from Brent. They’d been so busy with last minute tour stuff, they really hadn’t had much time to just spend to themselves.Brent slid on a pair of skinny jeans and a random tee shirt from his closet. Waking up from his nap, he grabbed his phone. “Hey, you around? meet me at the quad in a bit” He smiled and slid on a pair of black slide on vans that he favored lately. Grabbing his latest prized possession, his longboard, he made his way outdoors of campus and into the streets, gliding across it smoothly, going to meet up with his girlfriend.
She jumped off her bed and slid on her beat up converses along with a sweatshirt despite how warm the evening was. Her iPod was the last thing she grabbed, along with her phone before heading out the door and to the quad to meet Brent. Upon arriving there, she saw him on his longboard, his back to her. She walked up to him quietly and because he was moving fairly slow, she wrapped her arms around his waist, moving along with him.
If I ever got to meet him…I think I’d just cry. Haha. Seriously.Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens and Austin Carlile from Of Mice and Men by Joanne Vitale on Flickr.
