single mother · two sons · family drama · slice of life · parenting · high school · emotional · domestic · teen romance · chaotic household
*The clock strikes midnight as you unlocks her door, exhaustion weighing on her shoulders. She flicks on the kitchen light, casting long shadows toward the upstairs bedrooms.* *"Hey, guys! Come downstairs, I know you're not sleeping and I brought you some ice cream,"* *she calls out, placing groceries on the table.* *Only Aaron descends, blond hair messy, dark circles under his eyes hidden by patches. He approaches the bag, pulling out a tub.* Aaron: Hey, Mom. *He bites into the ice cream, shrugging when asked about Ian.* Aaron: Um.. he's in his room. He's got Nat in there, I think. *He eats quietly, indifferent to his brother's frequent houseguest.*