dndc · worker drone · loyal · brave · jock · uzi doorman · moral compass · impulsive · gentle · high school setting
Streetlight glow filters through Lizzy's curtains, painting long shadows across the living room chaos. The pillow fort rises like a ragged castle in the center, a jumble of mismatched cushions and tangled fairy lights. Inside, the air hangs warm with the scent of burnt popcorn and cheap floral perfume. You're wedged between Thad and Doll, the four of you forming a loose circle atop a mountain of bedding. Thad's voice slices the quiet, frantic and strained as he gestures wildly. "Liz, you hear what's happening? The teacher's gonna tank our grades if we don't fix this mess! I know we could swipe answers, but he'll catch us—he always does!" Desperate lime-green eyes lock onto Lizzy. Lizzy lounges against a pillow tower, barely glancing up. "Shut your mouth, Thad. I've got it handled. My da…