Why do i feel this way?

Face smooshed into his palm, Tristan sat sleeping at a random table, completely alone expect for the group of stalker fan girls that watched him with camera. "Hes so adorable!" "I wanna marry him!" "I WANNA TOUCH HIM!"

(*bursts out laughing* D'awww Tristan you pimp)

((Oh my God. Go fangirls! Woop woop!))

PJ sat in the back of the cafeteria, sitting on a bench that was next to the entrance of the kitchen, and drawing in his sketch book. He had a dazed look in his eyes like he always did for some reason. He sighed and ripped out a piece of paper, bunched it up in a ball, and threw it in a random direction. It accidentally hit Tristan in the back of his head.

((I just remembered.
I have.
The perfect GIF.
For PJ drawing.

That's even the guy I set to be him, too.))

(daww hes cute! who is he? cause im surely gonna fangirl over this soon XD(

Just as a girl started to creep up towards him, aiming for his hair, the paper hit him, and Tristan stood up with a jolt. "Whosethere,dsfdsf?" he said yawning, looking around and spotting PJ.

((His name's PJ Liguori.
He's mine.
That is all.))

PJ looked up from his art and, after a bit of staring, he called, "Sorry!"

(NUUU PJ is mine. BaldyFlap McWingCommander!
Yep, I'm just gonna OOC all over your thread *evil laugh* )

Levi Jay wrote:

(NUUU PJ is mine. BaldyFlap McWingCommander!
Yep, I'm just gonna OOC all over your thread *evil laugh* )

((NOPENOPENOPENOPE.
MIIIIINE.
YOU CAN HAVE PHIL, CHRIS, AND DAN.
BUT PJ BELONGS TO ME.
Noooo. Please don't...seriously... *Doesn't want an audience*))

(Nuuuu >.< And Jack and Dean, and Tom and Bing, and Jenny and Khyan and and and *runs out*
*receeds into madness, ur, I mean lurking*)

((But...Dean... ;-; His hair...I want to touch it...
But...Bing...
But...I don't know them...))

(*is insanely confused*)

Grabbing the paper as he avoided his stalkers, he walked over and offered it to Pj. "Its okay."

((Youtubers.
PJ Liguori. He's a Youtuber.
^-^))


"I...I don't want it," PJ said, shaking his head. "I ruined that one..."

Shrugging, Tristan folded it open and glanced at it. "Dude, its awesome..!"

"No...I, I messed up the tail...see?" PJ pointed at his drawing of a Pikachu using Thunderbolt, right at the part where he had made the tail zig-zag the wrong way.

"But.. maybe pikachu broke it.. and yet, he's still fighting because he wants to protect Ash the best he can..." Tristan nodded, faking tears.

PJ smiled, covered his mouth, and laughed. "Yeah, sure, okay. But you know he doesn't fight to protect Ash, right? Ash takes all his Pokémon around and battles the Gym Leaders to get special badges for beating them, because they're really good. Him and Pikachu are best friends, though." PJ stared at Tristan for a moment, then bit his lip, realizing how dorky he just sounded.

To his own surprise, Tristan laughed. "sorry, i never have really seen the show. Just when i've babysat some kids." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's okay. Sorry for being a dork," PJ muttered, looking down at his drawing again and staring.

"Its not dorky." he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Its.. cool." He wasn't sure how.. IT was just natural for him to be nice to others.

PJ snorted, thinking it was funny that someone thought his nerdiness was 'cool'. "Thanks," he said, setting his sketchbook down on the bench.

"So whats up?" Tristan asked, frowning as he thought he felt something breathing on his neck.

"Well, I was drawing, but now I'm talking to you, so, uh...yeah." PJ smiled.

"Indeed you are." He laughed again, rocking on his toes.

"Yuh-huh," PJ said, and set his colored pencils down on top of his sketchbook. The box wasn't closed all the way, and a few fell out. "Dang...," he muttered, getting down on his knees and reaching under the bench to grab them.

"Oh, let me help you.." Tristan got on his knees and started to pick up a few pencils himself.