On Our Own, Together <3 (Accepting!)

[Probably A Lion]

Kaitlyn smiled at the stack of photos, which were already the average photo sized. She stood on her bed and tacked them to her wall where space was availible. Exept for one. She took the last photo shed took of him and began drawing it with just a pencil in her sketchbook.

[rothbart.]

He pulled the slip of paper from his pocket, reading the name and number over and over again in his head. Should he text her? What if she was in trouble? He was part of the cause. She could be mad. He groaned and let his head fall to the desk in front of him, making contact with a sharp thud.

[Probably A Lion]

As the photo began a drawing and she began detailing it herfamily walked in. Accusing her of not being in the house enough she got yelled at and kaitlyn just yelled at. As she pushed them toward the door her parents closed the door kaitlyns hand on the doorframe. Kaitlyn cussed and locked the door of her room and began looking through the icebox she had gotten a few weeks before so she didnt have to go to the rest of the house, icing her hand.

[rothbart.]

At just about the same time, his mother invited herself into his room. He shushed the small cat in his arms, dropping a hoodie over her head and praying she didn't decide to move. "Where the hell've you been?!" she demanded. He gave her an icy stare, then replied, "I was out. With a friend. Lost track of the time." His mother's blue eyes flashed. Hatred thick in her voice, she hissed, "Beau wouldn't have been late." The ceramic turtle he had been fiddling with, a relic from first grade, hit the floor, shattering. "Don't. Bring. Him. UP."

[Probably A Lion]

Kaitlyn sat on her bed and put the sketch aside, watching her phone. With the hand she wasnt icing she grabbed it and slowly typed. "Hey, get home okay?" She asked, not wanted to be alittle to...weird. She sent it and put her phone down. Figuring he was already asleep she curled up with the ice on her hand and stared at the cieling.

[rothbart.]

Half asleep, he jolted upright when he heard his phone buzzing against the wooden surface of his desk. He picked it up, reading the message and replying with, "More or less :T U?"

[Probably A Lion]

Kaitlyn was still staring at the cieling, and read his text. She couldnt help but smile at the fact he was okay, but looked down at her hand, which the line had began to bleed from splintered wood and swelled up. "Yeah. Sorry if I woke you up." She replied, though covered back up with her phone enxt to her. Accidently falling asleep.

[rothbart.]

It was good she had said that she was okay. He wouldn't know what to do if ge had gotten her in trouble. What he had said was more or less a lie. Sure, he was physically okay and in no more trouble than he was usually in, but what his mother had said just about ruined him. "Good you're okay. And I was awake. Kinda."

[Probably A Lion]

-I think itll be okay if we time skip to morning, considering not much of anything else has happened between anyone else.-


Kaitlyn had fallen asleep and let the ice on her hand, and woke early in the morning about 7 oclock. She woke up and went to the bathroom, her hand feeling worse than ever.

[rothbart.]

(I agree. Onward! /flail)

Laron shoved the blanket off from on top of him. Glancing to the clock to his right, he grinned. 7:08. Not bad, for someone who'd usually be dead to the world until about 9 most days. He stood and stretched, then checked his phone. No reply.