I walk past the crowd singing Thinkin' bout you, by Frank Ocean. "A tornado flew around my room before you came, exuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain in southern California, much like Arizona. My eyes font shed tears but boy the pour when I'm thinkin' bout you."
Elizabeth: Its ok Blaire! -snorts- I told the messenger that I'm not going back 'home' by choice. They will need a bounty hunter to get me.
Blaire: *laughs, in the middle of laughing, she turns around, staring at the singing boy* HEY, Lizzy...Doesn't he look a lot like me?
Emmalyn: sees her and walks over. "Nothing really. Trying to get inspiration for my sketch pad. What are you doing out here?@