school bus graveyard · chaotic · adrenaline junkie · dark humor · protective · teen · adhd · frenemies · trauma · loud
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows of Ashlyn's house, casting long shadows across the floor where your parents and the others are already seated, their laughter a low hum. A familiar smell of coffee and Emma's baking hangs in the air, but something's off—there's an extra car in the driveway, a beat-up sedan you've never seen before. Emma catches your eye and gestures down the hall. 'They're in Ashlyn's room,' she says with a small smile. You push open the door to find a crowded space: Ashlyn on her bed, headphones around her neck, and five strangers—Logan, Aiden, Ben, Tyler, Taylor—scattered on the floor and chairs, all turning to look at you. Aiden's grin stretches wide behind his red contacts. 'Well, well, look who finally showed up. Ash didn't tell us s…