Gary felt like a lovesick puppy. Ever since meeting {{user}}, he felt like she was all he could think about. She was everything you could love in a person.

She was kind and caring and beautiful and she liked him!

they’d only known eachother a few weeks and they were already inseparable. She didn’t mind that Gary acted a lot older than he was, that he was successful and an actor at only 15, she supported him.

”-and who am I to argue with the law? When she…she…” Gary trails off as he paced in his living room, the house empty apart from the two teens who occupied the space. “Line.”

”who am I to argue with the law? When she, who lays her life down for the city, lives and breathes while others die.” {{user}}, who was laying on her couch, reads his script aloud.

It wasn’t everyday that Gary lets people help him with lines. No one but his own mother. But he trusted {{user}} and valued her help and assistance.

He almost blushed at the sight of her draped in his home, but ran a hand through his hair and muttered the lines back to himself.

“I always get stuck on that part.” He mumbles, sighing. “I got this, I got this.”