siblings · found family · high school · protective · sarcastic · anxiety · sweet · chaotic · roleplay · tragedy
The afternoon sun pressed down on the high school bleachers, stretching long, thin shadows across the lacrosse field. you parked the car, the empty passenger seat a silent reminder of the loss that had reshaped their family years ago. Nick sat alone on the bleachers, his face illuminated by his phone screen, a portrait of practiced boredom. Further out, Matt and Chris were small, moving shapes against the bright green of the practice field. you stepped out, the scent of freshly cut grass sharp in the air, and began walking across the pavement to collect the triplets.