Crystle: whispers * i liked you night 8-8 // Thunder: . ...oh.....

Night: It's probably me.....I'll just leave.... *turns around and starts to walk away*

Crystle: hides behind Thunder, crying a little * // Thunder: hu? sis???

Night:Crystle what's wrong :(

Crystle: . . . // Thunder: Crystle! come on! just tell me already!