Arabelle Thompson was thinking about Tristan Erme again. Tristan was a down to earth lawyer.
Arabelle walked over to the window and reflected on her dreadful surroundings. She had always hated boring Kharming High with its comfortable classrooms. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stressed.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a down to earth figure of Tristan Erme.
Arabelle gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a virtuous, friendly, cocoa drinker. Her friends saw her as an ashamed, adorable angel. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a clever kitten.
But not even a virtuous person who had once made a cup of tea for a clever kitten, was prepared for what Tristan had in store today.
The sun shone, making Arabelle stable. Arabelle grabbed a tiny map that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Arabelle stepped outside and Tristan came closer, she could see the short glint in his eye.
Tristan gazed with the affection of 100 hilarious dogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Internet access."
Arabelle looked back, even more stable and still fingering the tiny map.
"Tristan, I love you but,... my internet," she replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two determined deer partying at a very delightful Halloween party, which had pop music playing in the background and two grateful uncles dancing to the beat.
Arabelle regarded Tristan's beautiful hands and handsome jawline.
"I feel the same way!" revealed Arabelle with a delighted grin.
Tristan looked active, his emotions blushing like a knotty, kaleidoscopic kettle.
Then Tristan came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
"But you still aren't getting the wi-fi code," Arabelle joked to Tristan.
u hav a halowen outfit yet
u don't have to -RN- hehe nvrmind that...