Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-4059927-20170906160626

"Dude, I know Ryan better than I wish I did-" Michael took a seat right next to Leroy. "-And whatever he told Kyla was his own desperate way for both of them to get away from Ted and Damon figuring out about you two. He honestly doesn't give a fucking shit about Kyla, he wants Mandy's ass." As would I, Michael refrained from saying. He couldn't stand Kyla, not one bit, but he wasn't going to rain on Leroy's parade when he was already down for the count.

"All this over a cheerleader girl." Greg muttered to himself, using the open palm of his good hand to carefully brush his messy hair from his face.