the unwanted;

Declan Newell Fisher. 18. Single. Newspapers Intern."I didn't really know Allie that well and I kinda of kept to myself."

[declan--fisher]

Do you really think you are Fisher? -A

[declan--fisher]

ana-maxwell‌:

“Sounds good to me.”

“Can I ask you something?” 

[declan--fisher]

ana-maxwell‌:

“Yeah… it’s pretty unsettling so I don’t really blame you.” Ana said, biting her lip.

“How about we change the subject and move on?” Declan questioned, looking over at her.

[oh-yeah-lois-kent]

[strawberryflavoredshark]

[declan--fisher]

ana-maxwell‌:

“It’s  fine…” Ana looked up at him for a few moments. “Um. Are you alright?”

Declan sighed a little bit, tossing his pen down onto the table. “Yeah, I will. Just this death stuff kinda of shocked me.” 

[declan--fisher]

@ana-maxwell

“Yeah this totally doesn’t make sense to me.” Declan commented, tossing his pen down. He was frustrated. Some subjects he kicked ass at but lately, okay more so since Allie died he hadn’t really been focusing. It wasn’t like they were friends but he had been tutoring her on the down low, and they slept together a couple of times. “Sorry..”