I guess it's really no surprise that I'm writing to you, now is it? I had a few others in mind to write to -- Ellie, Jesse, my brothers... Hell, even Mati. But I kept coming back to you because although my brothers and Ellie have been there for me as long as you have been (if not longer), you seem to be the one who I can be myself around 100%. There isn't any doubt within me that I did the right thing by sticking beside you no matter what.
I'll start this off with a disclaimer: I'm not good with words, which is dumb considering I write my own songs and shit, but... I don't know, this seems a lot more intense than songwriting, probably because it's you. You make me so nervous and anxious and most of the time you make me want to rip my hair out, but I guess I've learned to love the feeling almost as much as I love you.
We can both say that we've changed a lot throughout the course of our friendship. I still remember you being the biggest asshole I knew and me being the little goody two shoes. No one understood why we were friends and no one understood why I stayed by your side even after knowing all the shit you've done. Not a lot of people knew you like I did. You were this sweetheart underneath all that, and I never know why you refuse to let that side show through. Then again, it's a pretty cool feeling dating an asshole who's only nice to you and a select few (but sh, don't tell anyone).
In public, I have to act completely put together -- whether it be on Twitter or anywhere outside my house. Truth be told, I'm still that same little ball of anxiety I was a few or so months ago. I just learned that it's easier to get through life pretending like you don't want to have a major panic attack every five minutes. And I still barely know what most slang words mean (Urban Dictionary is my best friend), and I still get uncomfortable 90% of the time. I'm still the same Drusilla, but it's like I'm playing a role. But, I dunno... I figured it's like the same thing you do in a way. It's like I take off my mask and go back to being the real me when we're alone because I know that you won't judge me or treat me any differently.
God, this is so cliche and I want to shoot myself.
I don't even know what the point of this letter is. I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you and be all romantic and cute and stuff, but I'm trash and I can't do that.
Just... Uh... Thanks for always being there for me, even though I know I can get all clingy and annoying and stuff. I just never want you to leave my life, you know? Even if this relationship thing doesn't work out because you might eventually get tired of me, I'd want to remain friends. You're a constant in my life, and I'm gonna miss you so much when I have to leave. Promise me you'll come fly out and visit me sometime during the tour.
Dru x
PS, I'm not burning your letter. I'm keeping it forever and taking it with me when I leave so if I ever miss you and you're too busy to facetime me or whatever, I can just read it over.Â
PPS, you left another flannel in my room and you're definitely not getting it back. And I'm burning your flip flops. Oh! And I found the matching bracelets that I got for you for your birthday! Well, at least mine. I thought I lost it and I freaked out. Haha... Your birthday... What a fun night... Asshole. Just kidding, I love you so much.
CABO CONFESSIONS // PART UN
   -- (but really, part deux)
"Uh, you would think I'd be better at this because of the whole
'reality show' thing, but I - I, um...
Have you seen our ratings? We suck... Majorly."
She's laughing awkwardly now, her hands placed neatly on her lap as she tried to think of what to say to the camera. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she clears her throat and starts. "Nothing interesting has happened to me, really. I was majorly sick on the first day, hence why I couldn't be bothered to get up and do the first confessional thing."
She's trying to sift through her brain to come up with something -- anything -- interesting to talk about. Maybe this is why the show has such low ratings. They tell her to fuck some shit up and be outgoing (since the show is basically hanging on by a very thin thread), but she's honestly too big of a wimp to do so.
"I hung out with Declan, but that's not really interesting. I think most people are bored with that news. Calum Hood's nudes got leaked. Jennifer Lawrence's nudes just got leaked, wow. And I think Victoria Justice too. I'm kind of not talking to Oscar right now because he told me to fuck myself and called me stupid, which is really dumb of me to get mad about because he was sad and drunk, but it still stung and -- I don't know."
Dru's chewing on her bottom lip nervously now -- a habit that she acquired apparently even before she came into her current family's life. "It's so cliche and stupid, but I'm such a sensitive person and things have happened to me before and I try to keep it all in and try to look all happy and strong like nothing's ever wrong, but things are wrong and I just couldn't handle much that day. I should apologise to my brother, shouldn't I?"
"My 18th is tomorrow, and I'm probably not gonna do anything," she admits sheepishly. "I really wanted my parents to be there, but instead I got stuck in Cabo. That's literally a 'first word problems' sentence right there. Besides, I was pretty excited for a masquerade party and whatever Stevie had planned. Instead I'm gonna be stuck on a flight back home and drowsiness. A lovely 18th, huh?"
She's actually really bitter about it. She's been dreaming about her 18th for the longest time, and she got stuck with a group of people who she truthfully wasn't really close with and no family and no celebration. How fucking fantastic.
Do we really have to be thirty? How about the next time we're both completely single and don't have any strings attached with anyone else? I won't get you sick, I promise! I'll be completely healthy again in like a day or two!
No, I think we could still be the gays 2.0. We just have to wait it out a bit. Hey, who says you can't still make out with the two of us before this trip ends? This thing's only gonna last like one more day, then I'm ready to do whatever!
You see, the problem is that I don't have any cough syrup. Just a bunch of pain killers. And I don't think I want to leave this bed to get cough syrup any time soon.
SYNOPSIS: dec was a little shit like the week before n dru was pissed so dec tried to win her back at the airport n its fluffy and i get heartaches and i m so dis tressed
SETTING: LAX, afternoon-ish? Friday; August 8, 2014.
STATUS: also unfinished bc sam and i suck so so so so bad but basically dec got dru back :\\\Â
Dru: Dru wasn't exactly too keen on coming back to Los Angeles. She loved Hawaii -- she felt at peace for the first time in a while when she was on the tropical island. But with her mother screaming on the phone to come back and her manager and publicist were going crazy about some new contract they needed to talk about with her. She had been stuck in the baggage claim for way too long, but she managed to slip through the small crowd (it wasn't too hectic since it was kept hushed that she would be coming back early) and made her way to the meeting point, hoping to see her mother or father or even their stupid assistant to pick her up... but instead she was met with a sea of empty faces. A curse left the small girl's lips as she continued to scan the area until her eyes landed on a much too high quiff and those same baby blues that she'd grown used to. Her eyes widened -- no surprise there -- as her brain finally processed that he was here. And he was holding up a sign that said 'baby girl' and her heart fluttered even though she attempted to use her time away to train them to not react to anything he did anymore. But they did and her jaw dropped and she was left there, frozen and speechless.
Declan: Declan grew a bit impatient as he waited for Dru to come out, his foot tapping quickly on the ground. As time continued to pass, he was beginning to feel more uneasy about his plan. What if she saw him and rolled her eyes? What if she really meant it when she said she wanted nothing to do with him? What if he was at the goddamn wrong gate? Worries flooded his head, making him second guess what he was doing standing there like an idiot in the first place, but everything proved to be worth it when he saw the smaller girl freeze in her tracks, staring straight back at Declan. A small smile formed at his lips, biting down slightly on his bottom lip as he glanced down at the sign he was holding in his hands then back up at Dru, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Welcome back to Los Angeles."
Dru: He had to be joking, right? He did not just make an effort to pull this stunt literally right after he just broke up with Stevie. No, Dru figured that she must be hallucinating due to lack of sleep and loosened her grip on her bags, causing them to drop to the floor. She used her hands to rub her eyes, hoping it would clear the image from her mind and she'd see some stranger staring at her like she was crazy, rather than her (ex?) best friend. But she knew that smile anywhere, and even her head couldn't muster up enough strength to come close to imitating the way his lips would turn up in the slightest, causing his dimples to appear, and somehow making his eyes look brighter. It was actually him and he was holding a sign with a nickname he knew got her weak in the knees and -- fuck, Declan in general made her weak all over. He was a complete douchebag, yeah, but... He was her douchebag, and that douchebag knew she'd come crawling back to him easily. "You're such an ass," she muttered, voice cracking slightly as she ditched her bags and came running towards him, jumping into his arms because she trusted him enough (at the moment) to actually catch her and hold her up. "I hate you, I hate you so fucking much." She repeated the words into his neck. "You're a dick, I don't want you around anymore." But anyone could easily tell she didn't mean her words.
Declan: Declan couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as soon as he saw Dru's luggage slip from her hands. His arms wrapped quickly around her as she jumped, stumbling backwards a bit from the force before balancing himself out and hugging her tightly. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, listening as she spoke and letting a small laugh escape from his lips. "I'm sorry, baby girl. I really am. I won't be so stupid again." He mumbled into her skin, happy to know that at this point he really hadn't lost her for good.
Dru: "You better not be," she pouted, leaning back a bit to get a good look at him. He was there, like actually there -- and for her! He cared enough to actually do this, and fuck she was so... She had strong feelings for him, yeah, but maybe not the word that was circling around her head. She was just in too deep; yeah, that's what it was. "So am I free to kiss you or am I gonna be called a homewrecker again if I do?" A small, cheeky smile was plastered on her lips as she untangled her legs from his waist.
Declan: He smiled as he let her down, keeping his hands on her waist so that he could pull her closer to him once she was safely standing. He had a good ten inches on her, and practically towered above when he was standing, so he looked down at her and smiled. "Nah, I'm completely single now. No need to worry, babe." He grinned as he removed a hand from her waist to place it on her chin, lifting it up slightly as he leaned down to press his lips against hers
Dru: Although she wanted to pull away and complain about their stupid height difference (she was basically a foot shorter than him without heels on, so she thanked her lucky stars that she managed to slip on her platform creepers before heading off the plane), she zipped her lips and stood on the tips of her toes to meet his lips. And yeah, she still felt guilty because he literally just got out of a relationship and she still felt a little weird about what Stevie confessed to her about how Declan felt, but she decided to just shove all that aside and live in the moment. "God, I hate you so much," she sighed, her arms resting around his neck. "The things you've put me through... But I guess it was worth it."
♡ THIS IS V OLD BUT I FORGOT IT EXISTED AND IT NEEDED TO BE POSTED ♡
SYNOPSIS: the two shit heads were staying at the four seasons and shit head 1 decided it'd be cool to kiss shit head 2 even tho he had a girl back home smh ((but shit head 2 liked it :\\))
SETTING: The Four Seasons hotel, around midnight-ish? July 11, 2014.
Declan: "Since it's just us, wanna try a little something from the minibar?" Declan smirked as he grabbed a small bottle of vodka from the mini fridge. "I know it's not your thing, but it's actually really fun, D." the blonde said as he made his way back over to the bed, cracking open the bottle.
dru.: Dru glanced at Declan, then to the bottle of vodka, then back at Declan. "I don't think drinking whilst high is such a good idea," she muttered, twiddling her fingers as she sat on the edge of the bed, still in her makeup and outfit from the failure of a party earlier that night. "You can start drinking. Maybe if this wears off, then I'll join you." Truth me told, she's been trying to keep her composure because if she didn't, she'd probably do something really stupid that she'd regret when the high wore off. Plus she'd be giggling nonstop and that was always annoying.
Declan: "Suit yourself." Declan shrugged as he took a swig of vodka, wincing at the burn and muttering something about the lack of a chaser. "So what made you decide to get high anyway?" Declan asked as he set the vodka down on the table, remembering the clothes he'd packed for Dru. "Oh, brought you these." He said as he pulled out some boxers and a big tee from his back pack, throwing them both in Dru's direction.
dru.: "Don't you need... salt or something?" She asked worriedly as he downed some vodka. She could never understand how people could do that without choking. It was now Dru's turn to shrug as she tucked in a few pieces of hair behind her ear. "Daniel gave me some cotton candy and apparently it was medical cannibis with cotton candy and here I am," she grinned, letting in a soft laugh. Her face lit up at the sight of the clothes and caught them, hugging them tightly. "Thank you, wow, wow, you're my favourite ever. You're such a life saver!"
Declan: "That's tequila." Declan laughed as he shook his head, reaching for the bottle to take another shot. "I could definitely use some kinda chaser, but I'll survive." He said in reply. He couldn't help as he rolled his eyes at the mention of Daniel and how he'd given her the cotton candy. The boy was ruthless and always seemed to be trying to corrupt others, and Declan couldn't help the slight feelin of annoyance deep in his gut at the thought of Dru changing at the hand of Daniel. "Well, how do you like it? 'S fun, right?" He grinned, raising his eyebrows in question. "Oh, it was no biggie. But I know, I am the best."
dru.: Dru pouted and crossed her arms. "Whatever, I'm not an alcohol major. I think there's like soda or something, maybe you can use that?" The girl stood up from the bed and shook her her jacket with a soft hum. "I feel like a horn dog," she admitted honestly, kicking off her shoes and socks before stepping out of her jeans and putting on the boxers he handed her. "Like, I nearly made out with five boys today and three girls. And I couldn't stop either laughing or crying." By now, her shirt was off and was slowly being replaced with the one he brought her.
Declan: "Wow, eight people?" Declan grinned, raising a brow."I'm impressed." He added, his eyes glued to his phone. He wasn't sure if he should look in Dru's direction while changing, despite how close they were, so staring at his phone seemed to be the best option. He glanced up when he thought she was done changing and felt his stomach knot at the sight of her in just his shirt and boxers. It was a weird feeling, one he never usually felt with Dru, but he'd been feeling weird about Dru for weeks now. Every time she so much as mentioned another guy his stomach would twist in jealousy, even when he knew he had Stevie. Declan sighed and downed more vodka, the small bottle nearly empty by now. The alcohol was only just starting to catch up with him and he was beginning to feel his head spin. "So out of all these people, did you actually hook up with any of 'em?" Declan asked out of curiosity, genuinely wanting to know and hoping the answer was no at the same time.
dru.: Dru let herself lay down on the lone bed in the room of the suite and tried to recall the night, playing with the end of her — technically Declan's — shirt. "Yeah, I totally slept with like three people in one night," she nodded with a light giggle. "Nah, prudish Dru is still prudish. I didn't even kiss any of them! I'm literally so disappointed in myself," the pale girl frowned, glancing back at Declan. "I'm kinda glad though because, like, if I'm gonna have my first kiss or my first time, I kind of would like to remember it and have it with someone who I care about and vice-versa, you know?"
Declan: "That's okay, I like prudish Dru." Declan grinned, relieved to know she hadn't gotten with anyone at the party. "That's nice, Dru. That you wanna wait, I mean. You deserve your first kiss-- and your first time, to be with someone who cares about ya. Don't worry too much about it." Declan replied. The alcohol was starting to really get to him, his head spinning and making him happier than he usually would have been. "You look really good in that shirt, y'know." Declan smiled as he bit down on his bottom lip.
dru.: The girl rolled slightly on the bed so she was flipped over, her stomach laying flat on the bed. "I feel stupid though, like... I'm seventeen -- almost eighteen -- and I haven't bothered getting kissed yet. Some people had their in elementary school!" Drusilla groaned and felt her high slowly leave her, causing her to feel quite hungry and tired. She arched her brow at Declan's words before she furrowed them, eyeing him suspiciously. "Thank you...?" She replied. He left her in a slight cloud of confusion, though she thought about it and realised that was probably thinking too much and it was probably just an ordinary compliment. "Thanks," she repeated, more sure this time. "I have, like, a million of your shirts in my room to be honest."
Declan: Declan smiled, shaking his head softly as Dru spoke. "Nothing to be ashamed about. But if you wanted your first kiss so bad why didn't you just tell me?" Declan asked. The words that slipped off his tongue so easily would never dare to be spoken while sober, but in the moment he saw nothing wrong with it. "I mean, I care about you. I could've kissed you." Declan added, pursing his lips as he glanced down at Dru's mouth before back up to her eyes. "You do? You should wear 'me more often. It's sorta hot." Declan said before he could stop himself. But as the worlds left his mouth, he realized he didn't mind too much. He was just speaking the truth after all.
dru.: Okay, now Drusilla was definitely confused. She was confused on why he offered and why she couldn't stop her mouth from talking on and on about how she hated being inexperienced and why she felt her heart racing and most of all, she was confused on why there were butterflies in her stomach. She didn't like Dec in that way, so why was she feeling like... she does? With an internal shrug, she blamed it on the drugs. But she suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze, and it caused her to take the blanket and pull it up to her chin. "You're the only one who'll think that," she muttered. But then again, wasn't his opinion the one she cared about the most?
Declan: "I'm not the only one." Declan disagreed. "You're a good looking girl, Dru. Got a nice body, cute face. Guys are all over you, you don't even realize when they're flirting with you!" Declan laughed in amusement. "Y'know what's weird?" He asked as he fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling and avoiding shutting his eyes in fear of a wave of nausea. Throwing up was the last thing he wanted to do, especially in front of Dru. "Weird that we've never hooked up. I think everyone assumes we have. Because y'know, we're always together. And like, we're both hot as hell. And we've never hooked up. Isn't that weird?"
dru.: A blush crept up her neck and Dru hid her face under the blankets. "Stop it," she groaned, though there was a small smile playing on her lips. She pushed the blanket down to her stomach and sighed, laying on her side to face him. "I don't think anyone assumed that Dec," she laughed, teasingly rolling her eyes. "No, okayyou're hot as hell, and I'm just Dru. I mean, I don't think it's that weird since, you know, I don't hook up with people. I don't think I ever want to be a hookup. At least, not right now. Maybe after I've had sex with whoever I actually have feelings for first." A smirk appeared on Dru's face as she eyed him. "Why -- do you constantly think about hooking up with me, Declan?"
Declan: "Just Dru is hot." Declan retorted watching as she lay down next to him. "Not constantly!" Declan said scrunching up his nose. "But sometimes. What, you never think about it?"
dru.: Again, she rolled her eyes and held in a laugh (unsuccessfully, though) at his lame response. A hum escaped her lips as she tried to recall whether or not she had. "I mean, I guess like a few times because you're always talking about hooking up with people and, like, you're kind of always there. I don't know, when someone talks about a guy, you're like the first person on my mind."
Declan: Declan couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips at the sound of Dru admitted to having thought about hooking up with him. The two were such good friends that he usually shook off any feelings that were more than platonic, but in the moment nothing seemed off limits. "I used to have the biggest crush on you when we were like, twelve." Declan admitted, laughing at the confession. "And every time you talked about a guy I got really mad at you. It's weird, how things end up, isn't it? Like, we're seventeen. Never been together. Now I got a girlfriend and you're wondering why a guys' never kissed you. And I'm just lying here like, trying really hard not to kiss you." Declan said as he turned onto his side so that he was face to face with Dru.
dru.: "When we were twelve? Why didn't you tell me, you butthead?!" She laughed, shaking her head. "Oh my god, I had more game as a twelve year old. I remember, some older guy got me flowers and I just blew him off because I thought the colour of the flowers were ugly." She chewed on her bottom lip and thought about where they stood in their friendship now. "I think at one point, I had, like, legit feelings for you. Like, super strong feelings and it sucked because you were always with other girls." She felt stupid for her own confession, so she avoided his eyes. "Well, do you want to kiss me?"
Declan: "I was embarrassed! I thought you thought of me like a brother." Declan said, his cheeks turning a slight red. Declan felt his stomach drop slightly at the confession, never realizing that there had ever been anything between them other than platonic feelings. "You did? I'm sorry...I wouldn't have like, y'know, gotten with people. If I knew." Declan replied, looking up at her and watching as she avoided his gaze. "I do, yeah." He mumbled in reply.
dru.: "I mean, if I had a brother I wanted to make out with, then yeah -- I thought of you as a brother," Dru joked. "Kinda like Casey and Derek from Life With Derek, oh my god!" Drusilla sighed and continued to chew on her lip -- a nervous habit that she picked up when she was younger. "No, it's fine. I mean, it's over now, right? You've got your girl and I've got... all the stuffed animals you gave me." She forced out a smile (though she was sure it looked as fake as it actually was). "Um... Are you... Are you gonna kiss me?"
Declan: "What, they were fucking? Wasn't that a Disney show?" Declan questioned in disbelief, laughing at the comparison. "Hey, those stuffed animals are awesome! Don't hate." Declan replied, trying to lighten the mood a bit as he could tell the smile on Dru's face was incredibly forced. "I...er..." Declan paused, shutting his eyes for a moment as he tried to think straight. Everything in his head was saying go for it, that he wouldn't regret it, but there was something holding him back. Stevie. "I...Dru I can't...I really do want to, though..."
dru.: Drusilla felt her chest tighten, though she really shouldn't have been feeling that way. After all, Declan was her best friend; nothing less, nothing more. Definitely nothing more. "Yeah, I know," she replied in a whisper. "I was just asking. That's good that you won't. I mean, you shouldn't. You're... You're an unofficially official taken guy. Um, let's just go to bed, yeah?"
          ☾ un -- proust questionnaire ☽
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Perfect happiness to me is being content. Um, I guess when you're perfectly happy, you're completely fine with everything you have and the people that surround you. You're not going to be asking for any more than you already have. I'm hoping one day, I could achieve perfect happiness.
What is your greatest fear?
Heh, um, well... I guess failure and losing the people I care about -- though both are obviously quite inevitable. They're both going to happen one day, and I'm not being pessimistic, I promise; I'm just being realistic.
Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Oh man, did I ever tell you that history was my worst subject? Okay, shoot. Um, I guess... Susan B. Anthony? Mostly because she fought for gender equality, and I do feel quite strongly about that. I actually got in a fight with one of my best friends and refused to talk to him for being sexist.Â
Which living person do you most admire?
Living? That's really hard... I think Laverne Cox. I really do admire everything she stands for as well. Plus, she's one of my favourite actresses!
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I really, really truly dislike the fact that I always try to please everyone, even if it means sacrificing my own happiness in the end. Even though some people say that it's quite an admirable trait, I do have to confess that it bothers me. As a person, you need to put your own needs and happiness before anyone else's, because at the end of the day, you'll only be left with yourself. I'm slowly fixing myself, though.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Yeah, I don't like seeing that trait in others as well... But I also don't like it when people are quite selfish. I believe there's a perfect balance. There's a difference between being selfish and putting your needs and happiness first. Sometimes people have a hard time understanding that.
What is your greatest extravagance?
I had to ask Asher what this meant, wow. Okay, um, I spent about $649 on my iPhone 5S because it's T-Mobile and not AT&T. Other than that (and the hotel suite Asher and I stayed in, and the groceries I bought), I don't really spend too much money.
What is your favorite journey?
I guess I'm in my favourite journey right now. I'm trying to shed off the fact that people hear my name and think of reality television. I know that the label of 'reality television star' or whatever will always be there, but it'd be nice if people also knew me as, like, a successful musician or something. That's the journey I'm on right now -- to make a name for myself.
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Maybe temperance. If you want to live an extravagant life, then go for it.
On what occasion do you lie?
It's really bad, but sometimes I lie to spare the feelings of others. Besides that, I can't lie. I end up feeling really guilty and... eh, it's just all bad.
What do you dislike most about your appearance?
My eyebrows and thighs.
Which living person do you most despise?
I'm actually not sure. I don't think I despise anyone. Maybe there's someone out that who I dislike, but not despise 'cause I consider despising someone as basically hating them. Maybe some of the paparazzi who take some things too far.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
I say 'literally' way too many times for my own good.
What is your greatest regret?
I got in between two people, and I kind of ruined something. I deeply regret that.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Music is the greatest love of my life. It's always been there for me, and I know that's super cliche of me to say, but it's the gospel truth. It's helped me through my worst times and it's been there for me through my best moments.
When and where were you happiest?
Probably when I was younger and when things were less complicated. I was oblivious to the world around me, and society was less harsh. I mean, have you seen the styles in 2004?
What is your current state of mind?
Anxious, if we're being honest. A bit happy, yeah. Also guilty. Very guilty, actually. And angry -- at myself.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
It'd be pretty great if I was more comfortable in front of cameras and under the spotlight; y'know, less anxiety and all. I have really bad stage fright, which I know is really weird since I kind of want to have a career that requires being on stage a lot. I'm working through it though.Â
If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?
I wish we were closer. That'd be pretty nice. Truth be told, I barely see them.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Well, I'm in the process of making a demo cd to send in to a record label, so I guess my greatest achievement is following my dreams.
What is your most treasured possession?
There's this necklace that my mum and dad told me I always wore before they adopted me. They told me that my biological mum gave it to me when I was born and my foster mum never took it off of me unless it was time for a bath. The chain for it broke and I haven't gotten around to buying a new one, but I have the charm with me at all times.
What do you most value in your friends?
I value how much they actually care. The people who I consider my friends will never let me forget that they truly do care about me, and they stick with me through thick and thin. I really like that. They don't give up on me.
What are your favorite names?
I have a thing for, like, Victorian-esque names -- or maybe really elegant French names like Annaliese, Jacquelyn, Rosalind, and so on. For boys, I don't know... I haven't really thought about it.
What is it that you most dislike?
Like, anything? I don't like bras, but it's kind of necessary for me to wear them.
What is your favorite occupation?
I may be biased here, but anything that involves performing. Music, acting, dancing, modelling... Seems like fun.
How would you like to die?
Wow, uh... In my sleep, because apparently that's painless and peaceful.
If you were to die and could choose what to come back as, what would it be?
A puppy or a kitten, probably.
What is your motto?
"You do you, and I do me."
Who are your heroes in real life?
Oh, um... I'm not sure. My friends and family because they tend to save me from myself.
