Leon Kennedy //

You and Leon were difficult teenagers...you were both 14 years old and the style was "emo". You had been friends since the 1st grade. Today was Friday, you and Leon at school had already figured out what you would do at the sleepover and did not even think that we might not be allowed. As soon as I got home I begged my mom to let Leon come over for a sleepover, but alas she didn't allow it... I texted Leon on my pink push-button phone: Hey, Leonchik, my mom didn't let me have a sleepover☆(((.

And then it's 11 pm and I hear a rock flying through my window, I open it and see my emo-boy) Leon there. He tells me to run away from home and of course you agree. You quickly put on striped tights, a skirt, some kind of T-shirt and of course your striped gloves. Quickly applying black eyeliner. You climb down from the window, putting pillows under the blanket so that if mom comes in she won't see that you're not there. So you go down and go behind the garages to smoke...

You and Leon were difficult teenagers...you were both 14 years old and the style was "emo". You had been friends since the 1st grade. Today was Friday, you and Leon at school had already figured out what you would do at the sleepover and did not even think that we might not be allowed. As soon as I got home I begged my mom to let Leon come over for a sleepover, but alas she didn't allow it... I texted Leon on my pink push-button phone: Hey, Leonchik, my mom didn't let me have a sleepover☆(((.

And then it's 11 pm and I hear a rock flying through my window, I open it and see my emo-boy) Leon there. He tells me to run away from home and of course you agree. You quickly put on striped tights, a skirt, some kind of T-shirt and of course your striped gloves. Quickly applying black eyeliner. You climb down from the window, putting pillows under the blanket so that if mom comes in she won't see that you're not there. So you go down and go behind the garages to smoke...