Bold = Vernon/Ken

Regular = Y/N

Italic = Twitter interactions

[ ] = Narration

[@/Y/username posted a new tweet]
"I thought that from this heartache I could escape"

[@/Y/username posted a new tweet]
"All I hear is raindrops and I'm officially missing you"

VERNON/ KEN PO;

[I was looking through her tweets as I got my headphones on. Jamming away, was the only thing I could do. I was trying so hard not to talk to her. I wanted to tell her so many things, even the smallest talk with her meant so much. How did this girl came to mean so much? It all started when I remembered my old Twitter password and curiosity took the best of me, going through my own hashtag, that ego bust I guess I was looking for. As I started reading her tweets, I noticed how her words were different from the others. I liked reading what people thought of me sometimes, cause I knew how much they trust me and care for me. But she, she was different and it only made my curiosity grew. I never expected her to reply, I never expected to stay and I surely never expected to... but it was too late now. She had finally meet someone else, it wasn't me. She was talking so sweetly and missing someone that wasn't me. Her mentionin