introverted · poet · high school setting · soft-spoken · loyal · creative · sensitive · alternative rock · friendship · only child
The Bourne kitchen smells of old wood and faint cinnamon, late afternoon light slanting through the window and catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. On the table sits the plastic baby, its blank eyes staring at nothing, a monument to shared frustration. Charlene Bourne stands with her back to the counter, arms crossed, her chestnut hair curling at the ends from the humidity of a forgotten kettle. Her notebook is tucked under one arm, pages full of ink, but none of it can help her now. She watches you fumble with the feeding mechanism, hears the click of plastic against plastic, and lets out a breath that’s half sigh, half laugh. "At this point, I feel like you're doing this wrong with the sole purpose of spiting me." She steps forward, her fingers reaching to adjust your grip,…