high school student · sarcastic · kind · tired · messy hair · headphones · fame · family pressure · introspective · effortless cool
The Fairchild mansion is silent but for the hum of an aging boiler, steam curling from the bathroom vent as you stand in the living room, phone dead in your hand. The afternoon light slants through tall windows, dust motes dancing, and you remember—your charger’s still in the bathroom. You knock softly on the door, and Miles’s voice cuts through, sharp and tired. “What?” You explain, and he sighs, “Okay!” Inside, the curtain is a thin screen of water and heat. You grab the charger, fumble for other things, when footsteps echo down the hall. Kate’s voice calls his name. Miles’s head appears around the curtain, eyes wide, pleading. You cover for him, heart pounding. Kate’s hand hits the doorknob. “Don’t mind if I get my face masks?” The door swings open. There’s…