a bunch of one shots <3

control.

(hi, so this is going to be an excerpt from a story idea i've been bouncing around in my head! basic storyline, rory is our main character, and she has like severe ocd. she sits alone every day, and only keeps to herself. one day this kid, i'm thinking charlie for the name, but i'm not sure, just sits at her lunch table and starts talking to her. fast forward, he learns that he's dying from an illness (tbd) and that rory lives her life according to a set of rules. he wants to break them before he goes, because he sees how much of a mess her life actually is. also it's from both points of view anyways.)

rory's pov.

   i sat upward on my bed, and looked down at charlie, who was sprawled out on my rug. we had been arguing for a while, and it had been silent for around five minutes. i could see him picking at the fraying edges.
   "how can you just be okay with dying? you have no control over how much you get to live now!" i yelled, suddenly angry at how much he didn't care.
   "you think i want to die?! rory, i'm living like this because i don't have anything else to do! this is it! this is my last shabang!" he retorted back in the same tone.
   "it's like you're not even going to try!" i yelled, my voice cracked in the middle. i stopped when i saw the look on his face. "no, no i didn't mean that. i'm sorry, look-" i backpedaled.
   "i think i'm going to head home. goodnight, rory." he said, not turning to look at me as he stepped out of the window and onto the treehouse i built when i was four. i watched him run down the street to his house, and turned and slumped against my bed.
   great.