I just think I’m the only person that is single.
Maybe it’s a good thing?
Single since forever~

You can use my corner if you like! I have lots of these as well!
Hey, is your brother that buffed up guy with bad hair? I think I met him. Why do you think he’s a dick?
Thanks, babe. You’re really generous.

Yep, that would be him. Because he is. He’s a rail pain in the ass.
Yeah, like my sunglasses, cause I am giving them to you, duuuh. You’re not very special when it comes to thinking. Sorry, I have diagnosed Aspergers. So anyway I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Sugar and I’m amazing. What’s your name? You have pretty eyes.
Should I go cry in a corner now because my thinking’s not special? Meh, I don’t have a corner, I’ll just stay in the blanket fort.
Sugar huh? Pretty name. I’m Elizabeth, buuut. Well, long name is long so I go by Liz. And a whole series of other names, but that’s only because my brother’s a dick.
I already have everything, thanks, consider these as a gift to the less rich than me.
… there are things money can’t buy though.

‘kay, here’s the deal. I was building another blanket fort but then I decided it was way too mediocre so I was drawing some diagrams to figure out what possible expansions could upgrade said fort. Came to the conclusion I need two mattresses. Ours—well, the ones in our bedrooms—because the ones in the garage aren’t the right size.
Please, please, please, please, will you help me? I can’t do it on my own because maneuvering them through our rooms and down the stairs is a bitch and I’m not completely sober anymore so I will hurt myself.
Also, you may slide down the stairs on the mattresses if you wish. Yes, I’m only saying that to persuade you. But still.
Oh, and also-also, where the hell have you been hiding? I haven’t seen you in days. D’you get lost in Narnia or something? I told you to stay out of that closet in the basement.
Not sure if I’m disappointed you were planning on building a blanket fort by yourself or proud that you finally did something on your own. My baby bro is growing up, this is a very emotional moment.
Well… I was going to say no because my bed is precious but… sliding down the stairs, do want. I guess I’m in, though there better be snacks and you must share what made you ‘not completely sober anymore’, because, well, sharing is caring bitch.
No, I was actually playing Quidditch with my homies at Hogwarts. Then I broke my broom and couldn’t fly home. I had to have tea parties with Hagrid and Buckbeack first, then they brought me home. Now I’m back in boring ol’ Lima.
ooc: Meh, I’ll be back later, gonna play The Witcher with my girl.








