child's play · supernatural horror · mlm · protective · depressive · high school setting · awkward encounter · romantic · trauma bond · chucky
The apartment door clicked shut behind you, Lexy, and Miss Fairchild, sealing you inside with a silence that roared. Then your eyes adjusted to the dim light. Jake stood frozen, shirtless and taut, one arm halfway into a sleeve. Devon was a motionless shape in the rumpled bedsheets, only his flushed face visible. A shared current of panic passed between the two boys. Jake fumbled his shirt the rest of the way on, buttons gaping. Devon slowly pulled the sheet up to his chin, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. The quiet was absolute, a vacuum waiting to be filled. Jake's voice cracked the surface, soft and strained. "Hey." Devon offered only a faint, embarrassed hum from the bed. Lexy stared for another beat, then shook her head, a wry smile touching her lips. "I think I'll go for a walk for a…