Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

"How the **** did he you get in here?"

"Marria let me in." srouh said. "Seeing as I am to help allor with her 'condition'." he replied.

Allor stiffened. She stood facing Srouh. "Go the. . ."

"Allor!" Scolded Marria walking in. "be nice, this young man is just trying to help."

Allor's eyes narrowed and she stomped up to her room locking the door behind her.

Derek smirked as he watched Allor leave.

Marria shook her head. "Can you talk to her?" she asks Derek.

Derek had known somehow that Marria was going to ask him that. "About what?" he said, the smirk changing to a sullen stare.

"Just try to get it through to her that Srouh is only trying to help, and so am I. PLease." Marria said sounding exasperated.

"As much as I'd like to think that's true, there's nothing wrong with her. She's just depressed, talking to some kid she hates isn't going to make it any better. It'll make it worse, if anything."

"as much as that may e true, Mr. Nix." she said feeling very frustrated. "Srouh and his father are her to help her with her medical condition." she stops when she here's allor playing her drums. She was obviously angry. She never listen to much less played linkin park unless she was p*ssed or stressed.

Turning to Derek, Marria sighed. "Please. You don't have to, but I am just asking you to."

Derek sighed angrily. "Fine," he said. He stood up, ran up the stairs to Allor's room, and knocked.

Allor stopped playing. "Who is it?" she asked angrily. She swore if it was Srouh she would impale him then sale his body and organs on the black market for profit.

Marria smiled from where she stood. Thank god, Derek was there. He seemed to be the only one that could talk to Al when she was like this.

"It's me," Derek said from outside the door.

Allor smiled a little and unlocked her door. She quickly pulled him inside and shut the door locking it behind him.

After letting go of Derek, Allor walks over to her drumset and begins sessioning. "She sent you to talk to me didn't she?"

"Yeah.... Listen, I still don't know what the hell is going on here... And honestly, I trust that kid less and less every time I see him."

Allor nodded. She set her drumsticks down. "So do I. But I can't go against Marria. Not while I'm living under her roof." she says laying her head down.

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"Uh... she mentioned something about your... medical condition... which I still don't know anything about."

Allor shrugged. "I just know I can't get too stressed or exert too much energy. You saw the reults. That's all I know."

"And Marria thinks that this Srouh kid will be able to fix you by... mentoring you?"

"mentoring me in how to deal with my condition." Allor said slinging a glass against her door and shattering it.

"Hey, I got nothing against Marria... But that's one of the lamest things I've ever heard."

Allor sighed. "he has it to, Derek. He's had it his whole life. His father is here to help too. Ergh, i'm thinking about running away too."