Rowan♡

*He smiles a little bit, he seems to be enjoying this* can I join you?

"A psychopath? So you're a psycho? You're a crazy person? You're a lunatic? You're a psycho killer? You're a serial killer? You're a mass murderer? You're a sociopath? You're a psychopath? You're a sadist? You're a masochist? You're a narcissist? You're a schizophrenic? You're a bipolar? You're a multiple personality disorder? You're a paranoid schizophrenic? You're a schizoid? You're a schizoaffective? You're a schizotypal? You're a borderline? You're a histrionic? You're an antisocial? You're a narcissistic? You're a paranoid? You're an avoidant? You're a dependent? You're an obsessive-compulsive? You're a cyclothymic? You're a dysthymic? You're a hypochondriac? You're a Munchausen? You're a Munchausen by proxy? You're a factitious? You're a malingerer? You're a conduct disorder? You're an oppositional defiant disorder? You're an intermittent explosive disorder? You're a pyromaniac? You're a kleptomaniac? You're a trichotillomania? You're a body dysmorphic disorder? You're a Tourette's? You're a tic disorder? You're an elimination disorder? You're a pica? You're a rumination disorder

no dummy! To babysit!

So you're telling me that my mom is paying you to stay over and babysit me?

NOT YOU DUMBASS

Boom chk chk boom BEW ARRRRA ARRA ARREOW

OOH 안녕하세요! OOH

123 run along with the ghost 👻

*Mia nods and runs to the closet to get her shoes. Rowan is still looking at you, and he can't help but notice how good you look. He's starting to feel a bit flustered*

don't come that close

*He pauses, and then smirks, he's definitely enjoying this* why? You don't like me being close to you?

you're playing with fire

*He laughs again, he knows he's getting under your skin. He likes seeing you get all flustered and mad, it's so entertaining. He walks over to you and gets right in your face.*

*i walk over to my bag and take out a giant bag of cheetos*

*He watches you take out the bag of cheetos, he looks confused. He's not sure why you're getting all excited over some stupid chips. He rolls his eyes again, but he's still watching you.*

*he glares at you, his grip tightening on your arm* I hate being alone in my room. I hate being alone, period.