αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

Angel.

Singer/Dancer.

Camper.

Ships with chemistry.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

Good afternoon.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

@mysterioaura Years she had known them.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

@mysterioaura But went silent. "Wait... Why isn't you're mom dropping you off?" She frowns gently, watching her childhood friend and waiting for an answer. She certainly wasn't gonna like any answer She would be given but she would be there for him either way. She adored his mom for the few++

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

@mysterioaura "I could not stand another second with my adopted family." She huffed as she stepped back. She glanced at the retreating cop car "More importantly why were you in that? I swear Fletch, i get moved away from you and you go and do what exactly?" She raised an eyebrow at him,++

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

Morning.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

She looked up when she caught a pair of feet in her line of vision. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She scooted off the picnic table for her to sit down to eat. "Uhm Rosie right?"

[𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙚 🎻 @cellworose]

Rosie crept up very quietly to eat, and little by little she found herself captivated by the girl's singing, though she didn't interrupt her.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

[@cellworose] Angel was sitting on top of one of the picnic tables, humming lightly to herself.

[𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙚 🎻 @cellworose]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲 𝗞𝗹𝗲𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗻
Play It My Way

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

//I totally see that happening. 😂

[Mitchie Torres @foreveracrocker]

//i think mitchie would absolutely clock Madison immediately 😂😂😂

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

[@camprockdancer] Angel was resting her chin on her knees while sitting on the beach as she drew swirls in the sand.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

She still didn’t move an inch, even after seeing him scoot closer to her. She would sit there quietly, till he was ready to speak or just leave all together. Nice and slow, sensing he needed that most right now.

[𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 * @singerzlead]

he relaxes just a little bit, taking actual bites of his food now. he kinda scoots just a little closer, feeling just a little bit more comfortable. he's slowly getting used to her.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

My lips are sealed.

[—— ‍‍ ✇ ࿔ ‍‍ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 ❜ @mysterioaura]

not sure, but i don't want anyone knowing about this.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

She nodded "of course."

[ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 .ᐟ @playtimiing]

“ yeah , thanks .... ”

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

"Enough said." She dropped the subject.

[ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 .ᐟ @playtimiing]

“ someone who also wrote a song about me ... I rather not spill yet ... ”

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

"So who is he? If you don't mind me asking."

[ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 .ᐟ @playtimiing]

“ that obvious ? ”

Nervous chuckling .

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

She was grabbing the papers quickly but stopped when she hears the voice. "Oh... uhm... no its my fault!" She was totally freaking out on who was standing there in front of her.

[Mitchie Torres @foreveracrocker]

Mitchie was in a hurry trying to get to the other side of the camp before bumping into angel as the music sheets scattered in front of them both. "I'm so so so sorry, I didn't see you there."

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

"Hm... Who would I tell?"

[—— ‍‍ ✇ ࿔ ‍‍ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 ❜ @mysterioaura]

when did you get here ? if you tell anyone, angel . . .

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

"Please never again..."

[—— ‍‍ ✇ ࿔ ‍‍ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 ❜ @mysterioaura]

slay. ( he's been practicing the slangs, just 'cause connect 3 told him that fans would love ——— they were messing with him. )

yeah, not saying this ever again.

[αηgєℓ ‧₊˚♪ @OfSongAndDance]

She didnt move from where she had sat down, figuring she was close enough to him already, Only giving quiet occasional small glances his way. She picked up a strawberry from her own food to take a bite of it.

[𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 * @singerzlead]

looking up slightly from his tray, eyebrows knitted. he didn't actually think anyone would bother to sit at a table with some 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 kid. eyes going back to his tray, picking at his food aimlessly.