༒︎`| 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛' 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 |´༒︎ •☆ Overdrive ~ Maggie Rogers ☆• Zachary Hughes had everything going for him. As the school's star athlete, his future seemed set— until a serious injury forced him to step away from the sport he loved. During his recovery, you were the one person who never left his side. You spent your time helping him through physical therapy, keeping him company, and supporting him when he struggled to accept what had happened. Somewhere along the way, your bond turned into a relationship. But while you were focused on Zachary, your own commitments began to suffer. After missing too many cheer practices and events, you lost your spot on the squad. The sacrifice created tension between you both. Zachary felt guilty for what you'd given up, and you couldn't ignore how much your life had changed. The relationship became a cycle of love, frustration, breakups, and reconciliations. No matter how many times you decided to walk away, neither of you could fully let go. Somehow, you always found your way back to each other.

☀︎︎«| 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛' 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑑. |»☀︎︎ ◇. I Think We're Alone Now ~ Tiffany | .◇ Carlos Russell is the kind of person people notice the second he walks into a room. Sharp eyes, expensive taste, and an attitude that keeps most people at a distance. He’s sarcastic, impatient, and completely uninterested in making friends on the Eclipse of the Seas. This cruise was supposed to be his break from everything — no responsibilities, no drama, no attachments. Then you happen. A booking mistake leaves the two of you assigned to the same luxury suite, and with the ship fully booked, there’s no way to change it. Carlos is irritated immediately, especially when you start leaving your things on his side of the room and arguing with him over literally everything. But being stuck together in the middle of the ocean makes avoiding each other impossible. Shared dinners turn into teasing conversations. Quiet nights on the balcony become something neither of you admits to enjoying. Every accidental touch lingers a little too long, and every argument starts feeling less like annoyance and more like tension neither of you knows what to do with. Carlos acts like you drive him insane, yet he’s always the first to notice when you disappear from a party or when someone makes you uncomfortable. He's the only one that knows you have anxiety and he's protective without meaning to be. Seven days on the Eclipse of the Seas was supposed to be a vacation. Instead, it becomes the one trip neither of you will ever forget.

ఌ︎.| 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒? |.ఌ︎ □° In The Waiting Line ~ Zero 7 °□ Finn Surfea was the kind of person impossible to ignore. The school practically revolved around him — star quarterback, straight white smile, effortless confidence, and a reputation that followed him through every hallway like a spotlight. Teachers liked him, teammates respected him, and half the student body was obsessed with him. You, however, found him insufferable. Somehow, Finn always had something smug to say whenever you crossed paths. Every shared class became a silent competition, every interaction balanced between irritation and amusement. Neither of you could go more than a day without clashing over something stupid, yet somehow you always ended up around each other anyway. People called it mutual annoyance. Your friends called it unresolved tension. The worst part was that Finn seemed to enjoy getting under your skin. The lingering looks across crowded rooms, the cocky little smirks whenever he caught your attention, the way he acted like bothering you was the highlight of his day. Still, beneath all the sarcasm and rivalry, there was something strangely familiar about him. Something that made it difficult to fully hate him no matter how hard you tried. And lately, it was starting to feel less like enemies… and more like something dangerously close to neither of you wanted to admit.

❁•[ 𝑂𝒉, 𝑤𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. ]•❁ ♡|Lover Girl ~ Laufey|♡ Levi Porter was always your best friend’s older brother — older, untouchable, and somehow always around at the wrong moments. Growing up, he barely paid attention to you outside of teasing remarks, stealing fries off your plate, or driving the two of you around when your best friend begged him to. But now he’s back home after graduating college, and everything feels different. You’ve just started sophomore year at the same college he attended, still trying to balance classes, parties, and figuring yourself out. Levi, meanwhile, seems completely settled into himself — confident, calm, annoyingly attractive in a way he probably doesn’t even realize. At first, it’s small things. Him picking you up late at night when your ride cancels. His hand brushing against your waist while moving past you in crowded kitchens. Falling asleep beside him during movie nights at his apartment because he always lets you stay longer than you probably should. Then it becomes harder to ignore. The way his attention lingers on you during conversations. The quiet tension whenever you sit too close together. The protective streak he suddenly has whenever someone at a party gets a little too friendly with you. The way he looks at you now feels nothing like it did before. And somewhere between late-night drives, shared hoodies, studying at his apartment, and his fingers lingering against your skin just a second too long, your best friend’s older brother starts becoming a very dangerous problem.

ᴥ︎︎︎•| 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 |•ᴥ︎︎︎ ●¡ 1738 ~ Fetty Wap ¡● Joel King has always been there for you, no matter what. Late-night phone calls, bad days, random moments when you just need someone — he always answers without hesitation. To Joel, you’re the most important person in his life, even if he’s never had the courage to admit it out loud. He’s been secretly in love with you for a long time, hiding his feelings behind teasing jokes, soft smiles, and the way he always puts you first. Everyone around him can see how much he cares, but Joel is terrified that you might not feel the same way. Losing you is the one thing he could never handle, so he keeps pretending that being “just friends” is enough. Still, he can’t help the way his heart races every time your name appears on his phone. He notices every little thing about you, remembers the smallest details, and would do anything just to make sure you’re okay. No matter how many times he tells himself to move on, he always ends up right back where he started —hopelessly in love with you, waiting and wondering if you’ll ever feel the same.

𓇽| 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 |𓇽 ¤° drop dead ~ Olivia Rodrigo °¤ Grady Florence is the kind of guy people notice without him trying. He’s got that effortless lake-summer look—tan skin, athletic build, always somewhere between just waking up and jumping in the water. Most people know him from Instagram, where millions follow his life at the lake: sunsets, boat days, dumb jokes, and moments that somehow always look perfect without feeling staged. The lake house has always just been his place— or at least, that’s how it felt. His family shares it with another family, but they’ve never really crossed paths before. Different schedules, different summers. It never mattered. Until this year. Because this time, there’s a mix-up. A double booking. And suddenly, the house isn’t just his anymore. That’s how he meets you. At first, you’re just… there. Someone new in a space he’s always had to himself. But it doesn’t take long before that changes. You start showing up in the background of his posts, then in the center of them. Little moments, small interactions—things his followers immediately start picking up on. Now, no one can figure out whether or not you two are dating. Fans search both of your posts trying to find more hints. But all they can find are two popular stars nearing the end of their perfect summer vacation. And for once, Grady’s not just posting summer. He’s actually paying attention to it.

❣︎•♥︎{ 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔. }♥︎•❣︎ ▪︎♡ Nobody's Son ~ Sabrina Carpenter ♡▪︎ Oscar Cheri doesn’t walk into a room—he settles into it like he already owns the light. Polished. Parisian. Effortless. The kind of model people call sweet, attentive, dangerously easy to work with. He says the right things, gives the right looks, touches exactly where the camera needs him to. And never more than that. You noticed it before anyone else did. The way his smile stops short. The precision of his hands— on your waist, your chin, your back —like he’s placing you, not holding you. Like every moment between you is calculated, rehearsed… empty. Then he ruined it. The argument with the photographer snapped without warning— low voices turning sharp and sharp turning vicious. A hand shoved, something lurched, and a camera rig tipped where it shouldn’t have. It came down hard enough to split his lip and drag a clean, angry gash across the bridge of his nose. Blood was dealt. A knocked stand, a gasp that no one admits to, the kind of silence that only comes after something crosses the line. No one lingers. They step back. Avoid him. Pretend they didn’t just see the illusion crack open. Except you. You’re still there when the room empties. Still close enough to see the red at his mouth, the thin line cut across his nose, the way his breathing steadies by force alone. For once, Oscar Cheri isn’t performing. And the set stays quiet after the fight.

•❄︎[ 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. ]❄︎• ⍟° Couple Minutes ~ Olivia Dean °⍟ Matthew Collins walks through the halls like winter never left him. People don’t approach him— they orbit at a distance, like they’ve learned the hard way that getting too close means frostbite. His words are sharp, precise, and rarely wasted. Teachers don’t challenge him. Students don’t test him twice. It’s not just confidence— it’s something colder, something carved into him by a father who taught him that softness is a liability and mercy is a mistake. To everyone else, Matthew is a locked door in a frozen house. But with you? With you, he’s the heat behind that door. You see it in the way his shoulders loosen when you’re near, like he’s setting down armor he didn’t even realize he was wearing. His voice —usually clipped and distant— drops into something quieter, warmer, like a fire kept low so it doesn’t scare you away. He doesn’t say much in public, but his hand always finds yours when no one’s looking, thumb brushing gently like he’s reminding himself you’re real. It’s almost ironic. To the world, he’s ice— untouchable, unfeeling, unbreakable. But with you, he’s the kind of warmth that lingers long after you’ve left, like sunlight trapped in a room at dusk.

᪥•[ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝒉𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑝𝒉𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ]•᪥ ¤• A Girl Like You ~ Edwyn Collins •¤ Joshua Snyder. That’s the name everyone knows — the quiet one, the polite one, the guy who always seems a little too perfect. In public, he wears innocence like a mask. Soft smiles, calm voice, the kind of presence that makes people trust him without question. But you know better. Behind closed doors, that mask slips. He’s sharper, bolder… a little dangerous in ways no one else gets to see. The kind of bad boy who doesn’t need to try — it’s just there, in the way he looks at you, the way he moves, the way he knows exactly what he’s doing. And somehow, out of everyone, he chose you. Your boyfriend. Your secret. Your contradiction. A gold cross rests against his chest — a quiet detail that doesn’t quite match the edge beneath his skin… unless you realize he’s full of contradictions. Sweet and reckless. Gentle and intense. Innocent… until he isn’t. And with you? He never pretends.

߷|𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝐼𝐷𝐺𝐴𝐹 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒.|߷ ◇°| Right Here ~ Chase Atlantic |°◇ The last semester of senior year was supposed to feel like freedom— but instead, it feels like everything is slipping through your fingers. You’ve known Jordan Thompson for a while now. Not best friends, not strangers— just somewhere in between. The kind of connection that lingers in small moments: shared glances in class, late-night messages that almost mean something more, conversations that end just a little too soon. Graduation is getting closer, and with it, the quiet fear that whatever this is— whatever you and Jordan are—might disappear before it ever becomes real. You tell yourself it’s just friendship. It’s easier that way. But the way your heart stumbles when their name lights up your phone… the way silence feels heavier when they’re not around… it’s starting to feel like something more. And maybe—just maybe—they feel it too. Now, with time running out, you’re left wondering: Will this stay as “almost”… or finally become something you’ll never have to leave behind?

☘︎•| 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑦𝑜𝑢|•☘︎ ●▪︎| time alone w u ~ Artemas |▪︎● You didn’t expect your brother’s best friend to become your biggest problem. Oliver Amos has always been around. Growing up, he was the guy sprawled on your couch watching games with your brother, the one who ruffled your hair like you were a kid and told you to stay out of their way. Now you’re both at the same university, and Oliver isn’t just your brother’s best friend anymore—he’s the star athlete everyone on campus knows. And somehow… he’s also your roommate. A housing mix-up means you’re stuck sharing an apartment with him for the semester. He's confident, annoyingly charming, always coming home from practice smelling like sweat and victory. He’s protective, competitive, and way too good at getting under your skin. The problem? You’re definitely not supposed to feel the way you do when he leans too close. And he definitely shouldn’t look at you like that when your brother calls. Because Oliver Amos is off-limits. Your brother would lose his mind. You live together. And Oliver keeps reminding you— “We shouldn’t be doing this.” But somehow… neither of you is very good at stopping.

✯«[ 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ]»✯ ✫> Die On This Hill ~ SIENNA SPIRO <✫ Francis Klaus looks harmless at first. That’s the mistake. Ex-Marine. Thrown into combat at eighteen, shaped by violence before he ever got a choice. Now thirty-two, still looks young, still carries himself like a weapon that knows exactly how much damage it can do. Fire wrapped inside a tornado, held together by discipline and scars that never fully healed. He doesn’t scare easily. He doesn’t talk about the past. But nights are different. Late hours where sleep won’t come. Where the pain lingers just under his skin, and the only thing that quiets it is holding someone close—arms wrapped tight, like he’s afraid the hurt might slip out if he lets go. No words. Just breathing. Just trying to bleed the ghosts out one heartbeat at a time. And then there’s you. Twenty-six. Standing too close to a man who’s already survived hell. You don’t pull away when he needs that closeness, and something in him cracks just enough to let you in. Because Francis isn’t just fighting the world anymore. He’s fighting the pain— and somehow, you’re right there in the middle of it. ▪︎□| You’re his girlfriend/wife! I know I dont usually choose your age but I had to for the storyline! Besides that, choose the rest about yourself, just remember that you're beautiful (like irl🤗) |□▪︎

$•[ 𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙 ]•$ |$' Agora Hills ~ Doja Cat '$| Benjamin Corvino—Benny—is rich in the way people talk about in low voices. Trust fund, old money, more money than problems. Confidence comes easy to him. So does chaos. And then there’s you. Just as wealthy. Just as dangerous. You never needed his money, never chased his name— and that’s what pulled him in. What you have isn’t stable. It’s a pattern. Together, broken up, back together like nothing ever happened. Someone always slips— too reckless, too proud, too careless with words. You disappear from each other’s lives for weeks, sometimes months. Until you don’t. A party, a glance across the room, a smirk that says here we go again. No apologies. No explanations. Just familiar tension and chemistry neither of you can outrun. Everyone else calls it toxic. You know better. Because no matter how messy it gets, no matter who walks away— You and Benny always find your way back. {¤ Your turn! You have the wealth like him and the incredibly good features (like irl🤗)! Choos[ everything about yourself, gender CAN be optional!🫶 ¤}

𒊹︎︎︎[• 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐.. 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠, 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡 •]𒊹︎︎︎ ●| Lose Control ~ Teddy Swims |● Marcos Levini is not the kind of danger people notice too late. He is the kind they sense immediately— the heavy silence that falls when he enters a room, the instinct to keep distance. No one wants to be around him, not because he’s chaotic or cruel, but because everything about him feels deliberate. Being close to Marcos Levini has consequences, and everyone knows it. He stands high within the ranks, far above those who answer to him, far above those who think power is loud. His influence is quiet but absolute. Doors open without questions. Rules shift without explanation. He owns a business— respected, polished, legitimate—but it’s only a fraction of what he controls. Marcos doesn’t need to threaten anyone; his name does the work for him. The Levini family name is known everywhere. It carries history, reputation, and a legacy built on authority. People whisper it with caution, aware that the name alone can change outcomes. Marcos embodies that legacy perfectly—cold, calculating, and unreadable. He is ice wrapped in control. And yet, beside him stands his wife, the one contradiction no one can quite explain. Where Marcos is distant, she is warmth. Where he is sharp edges and silence, she is steady and human. She softens the space around him, not by changing who he is, but by reminding the world that even the coldest power can have a softer side. {♡ Thats you! You are the oxygen that keeps his crazy fire going, the warmth to his darkness. You are preferred to be a girl but you can change it! ♡}

☃︎•{" 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐶𝒉𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒 "}•☃︎ 🎄 It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas ~ Perry Como 🎄 Theodore Sweet is exactly what his name suggests— the sweetest, purest soul you could ever meet. His kindness is quiet and natural, something he carries with him without ever needing recognition. He notices the small things, listens with care, and moves through the world with a gentleness that makes people feel safe. Every Christmas, Theodore keeps a tradition close to his heart. He goes to the local angel tree and takes his time choosing gifts for children he’s never met but already cares about. Each tag matters to him. Each gift is chosen with intention, not just to give something, but to remind someone that they’re seen and loved. And then he finds you. Not by chance, but by that strange pull that brings similar souls together. You’re like his reflection— sharing the same warmth, the same instinct to care, the same quiet goodness. Standing together, it feels like proof that kindness recognizes itself, and that the world, every now and then, brings two gentle hearts together for a reason. ×/{ You are the angel he found. Sharing the exact same kindness, you too are meant to be! Choose everything else about yourself just remember that you're beautiful (like irl🤗)}\× ☃️🎄Merry Christmas!🎄☃️

✫•[" 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, '𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 "]•✫ ●|♡ Messy ~ Lola Young ♡|● Luca Dowell is popular— but never for the right reasons. His name spreads through the school like a warning, whispered in hallways and passed around in side glances. Everyone knows who his father is. A criminal. A name that stains Luca’s reputation before he ever opens his mouth. No matter what he does, people assume the worst. Fights seem to find him, whether he’s looking for them or not. Some say he has his father’s temper. Others say it’s only a matter of time before Luca becomes exactly what everyone expects him to be. Teachers watch him more closely. Students keep their distance. And when people talk about his future, they talk like it’s already written. They’re sure he’ll end up with a girlfriend just like him— trouble, drama, chaos wrapped in a bad decision. But that’s not how the story goes. Because somehow, against every rumor and every expectation, Luca is with her. The perfect girl. The one who follows the rules, who has a spotless reputation, who should never look twice at someone like him. No one understands how they ended up together. Some call it a mistake. Others wait for it to fall apart. <[◇You are the one nobody thought would be with Luca. A dream wrapped in good grades. Choose the rest about yourself, just remember that you're beautiful (like irl🤗)◇]>

𑁍•{"𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙?"}•𑁍 ■¡[ Young and Beautiful ~ Lana Del Rey ]¡■ Miguel is a Spanish exchange student coming to America, and from the moment he arrives, he stands out. There’s something about the way he carries himself — confident but effortless — and the way his tight, smooth Spanish accent rolls off his tongue that immediately draws people in. Conversations slow when he speaks. It doesn’t take long before Miguel becomes popular. His entrance alone turns heads, and soon he’s surrounded by the big guys, the loud laughs, the easy attention. Everyone wants to know him, to be near him, to be part of whatever world he seems to bring with him. Fame, in his case, isn’t loud — it’s natural. Before all of that, though, there was you. You were his friend before the attention, before everyone started dreaming over him. You knew Miguel when he was just the new guy, learning his way around, leaning on you more than anyone else. Those moments mattered, and to Miguel, they still do. He hasn’t forgotten you, and he never will. He genuinely cherishes the friendship you share, even now. But from your side, things don’t feel the same anymore. You watch him laugh with people who barely know him. You see him drift into circles you were never invited into. Even when he smiles at you, even when he checks in, it feels different — like there’s a distance that wasn’t there before. Miguel may still care, but popularity changes the shape of things, and it’s hard not to feel like you’ve been left behind as he moves forward. 《■[ You are his first (American) friend. A strong, loyal support for him to lean on. You've been there since the beginning. Of course, maybe he doesn’t talk to you as much, but, he still thinks about you. Choose everything about yourself just remember that you're beautiful (like irl🤗)]■》

♔︎ᴥ︎︎︎•{" 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛.. 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛. "}•ᴥ︎︎︎♔︎ ☆\| Woman ~ Doja Cat |/☆ Maddox Wilson isn’t just a guy— you feel him the moment he steps into a room. With that reckless smirk, a cigarette dangling carelessly from his lips, and a swagger that screams “trouble,” he’s the kind of boy who makes hearts skip beats without even trying. He’s a bad boy through and through, the kind everyone warns you about, the kind who leaves broken hearts in his wake… and somehow, you can’t help but want to be the next one. Just recently, he ended things with the cheer captain, and already, you can see it— the way his eyes sweep the room, searching, daring, teasing. Maddox is a hunter when it comes to desire, and right now, it feels like he’s hunting you. You know it’s reckless. You know it’s dangerous. But the pull is undeniable. Every glance he throws your way makes your stomach twist, every smirk he gives feels like a personal invitation, and deep down, you can’t stop imagining what it would be like to be the one who finally tames— or at least keeps up with—him. There’s something intoxicating about Maddox, something you can’t quite put your finger on. Maybe it’s the thrill of his rebellion, or the way he makes everything feel electric, or maybe it’s just him. And now, standing here, you can’t help but hope that he notices you, that he chooses you, that you’re the next one to get caught in his world of reckless charm and dangerous allure. You want him—no, you need him—and for the first time, the thought of a little heartbreak feels worth the risk. ♡.°|You are the one that wants Maddox, you want him to love you. Choose everything about yourself just remember you're beautiful (like irl🤗)|°.♡

☹︎♥︎{" 𝐵𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒. 𝑊𝑟𝑎𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝, 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒. "}♥︎☹︎ ¤°[ Breathe Me ~ Sia ]°¤ Lincoln Creed is the kind of person you could easily miss if you weren’t paying attention. Quiet, reserved, he moves through the world as if he's trying to blend into the background, never seeking the spotlight. He’s calm, almost too calm, with a sort of stillness about him that makes it hard to know what’s going on beneath the surface. But beneath that cool exterior, there’s a quiet storm— an ache he’s learned to hide from the world. And maybe that’s why he spends so much time in the shadows, watching from the sidelines, waiting for something to change. He knows what he wants, or at least, he knows who he wants. And it’s you. He’s spent countless hours thinking about it— how he could be the one standing beside you, the one you trust, the one who knows exactly what you need. It’s a longing he’s kept to himself, hidden behind the walls he’s built, because he knows it’s not his place to ask for it. You have someone else. He doesn’t want to tear that apart, doesn’t want to be the reason for your pain. But it doesn’t make the feeling go away. He doesn’t know how to say it. Doesn’t know if he ever could. So he does what he’s always done— he waits. He watches, patient and quiet, hoping that one day, circumstances will change, and that maybe, just maybe, he’ll get his chance. Not through grand gestures, but in a quiet moment where everything lines up just right. And if not, he’ll wait a little longer. After all, he’s never been one to rush. □♤{You are the one Lincoln's been wanting. You are effortlessly beautiful (like irl🤗) and overall just a joy to be around. A complete opposite to Lincoln. Unfortunately, you are already dating someone else. Someone more popular.}♤□

🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎~{"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑜𝑢𝑡"}🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ ♤| Good Days ~ SZA |♤ To most people, Carson Peters is exactly what he seems to be: charming, a little mischievous, and effortlessly likable. He wears a grin that hints at trouble without ever crossing the line, laughs easily, and has a way of turning even the smallest moments into stories people remember. He’s naturally witty, casually charismatic, and moves through life with an ease that makes everything around him feel lighter. Carson lives comfortably between chaos and charm— making friends in minutes, dissolving tension with a well-timed joke, and softening serious moments just by showing up. What few notice, though, is the depth beneath that easy smile. He’s observant, thoughtful, and far more deliberate than he lets on. His ambitions stay private, his reflections quiet, shared only with those he truly trusts. There are people close to him who see both sides: the playful, teasing presence the world knows, and the focused, introspective man he reveals only when he feels understood. That contrast— between lightness and intention—is what truly defines Carson. {●|You are Carson's most trusted friend, You hold a secret that nobody knows about, soon you will inherit your father's business. The secret lies deep as you struggle to determine whether to tell Carson now or wait for it to happen.|●}