**Just a quick thing I thought of. I love Lorde's album 'Pure Heroine,' especially the song 'White Teeth Teens'! I'm planning on making an animation for it, once I'm done with work. This one is a songstuck. The next one is a request for Eridan, I was going to make this one the Eridan one, but we've had a bit too much of the Amporas, and I kind of needed a new person before I continued with them. Thanks for your patience to the person who requested it! Love y'all, bye!!**

The girl always intrigued him. Not the way she dressed, not the way she would speak sometimes. The way her hair was always a different color, the way she laughed at the most idiotic of puns. She always had some sort of earring in, and always some sort of tee shirt that would have her favorite band of hers. 

That slow burn wait while it gets dark,
Bruising the sun, I feel grown up with you in your car
I know it's dumb.

The boy always made her wonder. He never talked, considering the stitches crisscrossing his mouth. His stride was never confident and he seemed uncomfortable with other people of his social class. She always wished she could have courage to go closer to him.

We've both got a million bad habits to kick
Not sleeping is one
We're biting our nails, you're biting my lip
I'm biting my tongue

He always stole cigarettes from his friend Cronus. He always lit them outside of his house and watched the girl from his balcony. They would be held in between his stitches. He would go to sleep after, but always be woken up by laughter. Her laugh. She never seemed to sleep. 

When people are talking, people are talking
When people are talking, people are talking

She knew she doesn't have the courage to go to him, but always heard about him. His father's power, how handsome he was, what he loved doing. She couldn't help but be fascinated with the upper class troll. She waved to him from his usual balcony smoke. He looked startled, but waved back. She went a bit closer. "Hi. I'm Y/n."

Raise a glass, 'cause I'm not done saying it
They all wanna get rough, get away with it
Let 'em talk 'cause we're dancing in this world alone
We're all alone
We're alone

"I know you can't talk to me," She said slowly, trying to remember what her ASL teacher taught her. Kurloz signed a quick, It's all motherfucking fine. I'm Kurloz Makara. She smiled and said, "Nice to meet you. I've always wanted to talk to you." A friendship started with just those few words, a few words both of them have been wanting to say and sign.

All my fake friends and all their noise
Complain about work
They're studying business, I study the floor
And you haven't stopped smoking all night
Maybe the internet raised us
Or maybe people are jerks.

Of course, Y/n would always see Kurloz now. The burst of friendship had made them go crazy for each other. They would talk to each other of the problems of the different social classes. From Kurloz's problems of being the eldest son and the pressure of the passing of the business, to Y/n's problems with her friends flaking out and leaving her alone. Although not him, he'd never! On certain nights Kurloz would only smoke, not bothering to respond to the rants for the girl. She didn't mind; she knew he wasn't that talkative. 

When people are talking, people are talking (but not you)

When people are talking, people are talking

Raise a glass cuz I'm not done saying it
They wanna get rough, get away with it
Let 'em talk cuz we're dancing in this world alone
We're all alone

We're alone

"What's wrong, 'Loz?" She asked. He turned, startled at her and blushed a little. She was sitting along the rim of the balcony. She had found a way up there a few nights before. "I can tell something's going on, and I swear I am here for you." He blew the smoke out from the holes between the stitches. He flicked the cigarette away and signed, I have to appear at a ball for the high class. I must pick someone to be my fiance. "But aren't we both just 17?" She giggled. He nodded and smiled. Yeah, but my father is strange. Wait! He thought for a few minutes, leaving the girl with her curiosity. What if you motherfucking went to the ball? She shook her head. "I'm only middle class, man. I can't act all proper like the other girls." She blushed slightly, making Kurloz blush a little and think about how adorable she looked. 

I know we're not everlasting
We're a train wreck waiting to happen
One day the blood won't flow so gladly
One day we're all get still
When people are talking, people are talking
Get still

He grabbed her by the hand and look her in the eyes. She could see a pleading look in them. "'Loz, puppy eyes don't work." No, they normally didn't, but if they were from the lovely violet eyes of Kurloz, she could refuse them easily. She hesitated but agreed. He happily hugged her and smiled. He gave the girl an envelope which had all the information. She waved goodbye and jumped off, almost giving Kurloz a heart attack, even though he's seem that happen before.

When people are talking, people are talking
When people are talking, people are talkingRaise a glass, 'cause I'm not done saying it
They all wanna get rough, get away with it
Let 'em talk 'cause we're dancing in this world alone
We're all alone
We're alone

She waited nervously at the door of the mansion, carefully smoothing out her dress. She had to dig it out of her closet and almost cried when she realized she had to wear heels. Kurloz saw her through the window and instantly opened the door. "Hey, 'Loz!" She hugged the teen and smiled at him. A song came on and Kurloz took her to the dance area. Already there were people swirling around, couples close together. "I don't know how to dance," She admitted, after a few stumbles. He let go of her hands and signed a quick, Me neither. She laughed loudly and went closer to the boy. "I don't mind this though. It's quite nice." They were spinning in a circle slowly, Y/n's arms around Kurloz's neck and his arms around her waist. 

All the double-edged people and schemes
They make a mess then go home and get clean
You're my best friend, so we're dancing in a world alone
We're all alone
We're all alone

People start whispering, knowing that she wasn't in the high class. They knew and they couldn't believe the third largest business owner's son was dancing with a middle class girl. Where had she come from? Why was he smiling with her, and not with their own sons or daughters? Even the teal bloods were glaring at her. 

When people are talking, people are talking
When people are talking, people are talking

They didn't care. They heard the whispers, but could only focus fully on each other. They were finally able to stand, to dance, to be together. Kurloz's face leaned in and Y/n's copied. Several people's voices could be heard gasping, but neither cared.

When people are talking, people are talking
When people are talking, people are talking

When their lips touched, it became the biggest scandal of the Makara family. It because the strangest piece of gossip. But neither of them could care if anyone talked.

Let 'em talk.