"i got you this thing. i 'unno what it is."

The girl with really wavy hair, like, really wavy, had shown up out of nowhere, with a necklace. It was a...pretty normal necklace, actually. See, let this post tell you what happened. There was this guy. 

And said guy had really short hair, like lots of other guys. He was just minding his own business, sketching in peace. He had this small light to the side of his desk, which was shining oh so perfectly on his little piece of paper. He was drawing with this blue colored pencil, seeming to be making the small lines that you do when you're drawing. Of course, you, the reader, probably can't draw professionally, so you don't know shit about what he was doing. Construction lines? Fuck, it's all the same.

This girl had popped up next to the guy, and dangled this necklace in front of him. It seemed that she had got this as a gift, which is pretty obvious, and it made him almost break the tip of his pencil. He was just making a new character, until this happened.

The girl was Leigh, and the guy was Quin. They were, like, family.

"If you don't, uh, know what it is, why did you get it, exactly?" Quin had said, quite calmly, looking up at the necklace. It was obvious it was a necklace, so Leigh was just-uh- joking.

Leigh had shrugged, dropping the necklace in her brother's lap, "Maybe ish a bra'let, I 'unno."

See, Leigh had her language. Probably made from her sleep deprived thoughts. Most likely, mooost likely. You want to know what it is? You will never know. You'll only find out. Ha.

"It's a necklace."

"Ex'atly, I k-new you 'ould 'ind out!" She exclaimed, walking over to the other side of the room. "An'ee ays, I'm 'unna go out. 'Ant mi ta get 'ake out?" She asked, walking through the apparently opened door.

"You could."

"O'ay!"
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Out on the streets of Venice- I mean, Arom, Leigh looked around slightly, before her eyes settled on a restaurant. It looked to be very small, and not too crowded. Quickly running towards it, looking to be barefoot. That was normal, though. Opening this restaurant, feeling the rush of delicous, cold, refreshing air, she smiled.

"Do you, uh, 'ave, um, 'ake-out?"

And they did. And she walked out, incredibly fine, having a french fry in her mouth, just sitting there. Nothing could go wrong TODAY!