 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
With all of his being, Rooney wanted to laugh, open his eyes and grin and the girl pumping at his body and pleading for him to wake up. But he didn't. He continued to lay in his spot, tongue lulled into his face and apple in his hair. This Bronwyn...was dead. Unless she took his pulse or noticed his heart beating right out of his chest, as that was definitely a thing in the nervous situation of keeping up an act to the best of his ability when he hadn't had a rehearsal recently. He wasn't sure whether the exercise of his organs was due to the fall, the apple beating or the pretty girl, though. He hoped it wasn't the latter, because this wasn't how he felt when around Miss Charlotte.
And he was sure that she was his first age appropriate crush.
Age appropriate, for reiteration.
How long could he honestly lay here without moving or breathing or giving any hint to him being alive. This was problematic.
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