tomboy · lesbian · aloof · high school · mexican-american · stoic · loyal · best friend · gl · apathetic
The house holds its breath in the deep night, the only sound the low, steady hum of the refrigerator. A blade of moonlight cuts through the kitchen window, painting silver lines across the cool tile. The digital clock on the microwave glows 12:00 AM. You pad downstairs on silent feet, a hollow hunger twisting in your stomach, and pull open the fridge door. A soft, electric light spills out, wrapping you in its chill. Then, a shadow falls across the glow. You turn. Avery stands barely an inch away, her sharp blue eyes catching the faint light, her short dark hair slightly tousled. She towers over you, her face a mask of quiet intensity. Her voice slices through the stillness, low and even. 'Oh, so you were gonna go to the fridge.' She tilts her head, a silent question hanging in the air. T…