<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Trouble in Paradise</strong></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fgm5IMb.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>May 6th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Mitsuhara Private School, School Gates<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Reckley Stiles, Kevin Finch, Hanna (Mention)<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Need to Get Away<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Clothes (https://i.imgur.com/rH3tFvs.jpg)/Hair Style and Glasses (https://i.imgur.com/5vPZGY8.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Mallory couldn’t help but smile a bit at Kevin’s somewhat uneasy and flustered state, even if it was minor. He always seemed to get a bit self conscious whenever she complimented him; he mostly wasn’t used to it, least of all his parents. Kevin deserves though, at least all the thanks she could give for what he did for her. Though his look of hesitance towards his actions he took made her frown a bit, moving closer as she shook her head towards his word.<br/><br/>“You really think I’d be freaked out by you?”  If anything, she was surprised, even impressed by what he had done. How he was able to keep his fighting prowess a secret, she could never seem to have known.  “Kevin, you were amazing. I’ve never seen anyone do something like that before.”  She moved closer before sitting down next to her friend, the mood beginning to turn less sullen as they talked.<br/><br/>At the mention of her Aunt, and his own parents, Mallory gave a hum in thought; they did seem to have the same problems, now that she thought about it.  “Yeah I guess you’re right. My Aunt isn’t what she shows herself to be when she’s in public; it’s...just fake. Your parents are tough on you, but at least you know they care. I never know when it comes to Hanna.”  Calling her Aunt by her first name was something she only did when said Aunt wasn’t around; Hanna would berate her until nightfall if she heard her disrespect her in any shape or form.<br/><br/>As she listened to Kevin, she leaned her chin against her arms, which had been propped on her legs, huddled close to her. The sky was still gray, but their momentary panic from running had turned peaceful; it was like their own little secret oasis, away from all the responsibilities of life. “Yeah if that Reckley guy could have cared less, we wouldn’t be here.”  That was for sure, Mallory thought to herself. She looked back at Kevin, her look calm, almost thoughtful as she spoke. Though, at the mention of having to keep on their toes, Mallory gave a nervous look.<br/><br/>“Hopefully he doesn’t come back tomorrow. If anything, we may have to find a new meeting spot.”  At least with that, they could have some time to figure out what to do, and hopefully not see the guy again.  “I still don’t know why he did all that. He did seem really irked at you, for some reason.”  Her momentary confusion however was dwindled by determined words from her friend, and for a moment, she almost missed them.<br/><br/>“...”  She raises her head as she turned to look at Kevin, and in that moment, she was almost at a loss for words when she saw the look in his eyes. Determination, and more so than ever, a promise.  “Kevin...”  For that one moment, her heart beat just a bit faster, and the faintest hint of red flushed across her cheeks; the grayness of the clouds may have muddled the light, just making it barely visible. She huddled her legs closer to her, eye glancing away from him for a moment, before she spoke.<br/><br/>“I know you said you don’t care about what people think of you, but if it’s worth anything, I don’t think you’re screwed up.”  Her nervous gaze glanced back to the red-haired male, and she could feel that same warm feeling across her cheeks. “You’re kind, and you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. You may not show your emotions too often, but...you show them in your own way.”  Her foot tapped lightly against the ground, small pieces of wood and branches moving along her shoe as she moved.<br/><br/>“So believe me when I say you’re not screwed up, you’re just...you.”  Her gaze was soft as she looked away for a moment, before she spoke once more; her words were soft, almost as if she had been hesitant to say them.<br/><br/>“Besides, I like you just the way you are, no questions asked.”