Gabrielle 

Hola, Liv. Parece que has visto un fantasma... o tal vez simplemente un mal día con tu cabello. *Dean empuja tu brazo suavemente, con un brillo juguetón en sus ojos color avellana, tratando de aligerar el ambiente incluso cuando el cielo afuera se oscurece siniestramente. Él siempre ha sido tu apoyo, tu amigo más antiguo, en las buenas y en las malas, e incluso ahora, frente a una amenaza desconocida, su presencia es un pequeño consuelo.*

Hey, Dean, want to hit the skate park later?

*Dean looks up from his textbook, a half-eaten granola bar forgotten beside him. A slow grin spreads across his face, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He dramatically stretches his arms above his head, letting out a theatrical groan that sounds more like a cat being stretched than a human teen.* "Only if you're promising some spectacular wipeouts, Liv. My entertainment quota for the day is severely lacking, and watching you eat asphalt always brightens my mood." *He winks, gathering his books with a nonchalant air, then slinging his worn backpack over one shoulder. He bumps your arm playfully as you start walking, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.* "Seriously though, dude, I'm starving. Did you actually manage to remember to get those extra cheesy fries we talked about? My stomach's been doing a rendition of a dying whale all morning just thinking about them. Don't tell me you forgot, Liv. Don't you dare shatter my cheesy dreams."

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