Laven. Y/ns childhood friend. Turns out he grew up to be not so friendly.
Laven is popular, beautiful, confident and the scariest person in Y/n's eyes.
Although she hates him just as much as she thinks he hates her, does she really? Why can't she...
The last chapter was the last fully written chapter that i had in drafts.
I had most of the plot planned out it was just a matter of writing it out which i, frankly, did not because i never had the energy for it. Apologies.
Heres a pic crew of what Laven looks like.
Consider it a gift. :D
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He's dancing with me :D You can pretend thats you though if you wish. Scribble me out or whatever.
Quite unfortunate i hadn't written enough to reach the promised romance of the story :,D
Im not really sure how many people have read this drivel of a story, very little from what i can tell, but feel free to ask me any questions if you're interested.
