It's always been Scarlet and Glenn since the moment they could both walk. They didn't need to be blood related to have each others back no matter what but when the world seems to come to a halt, Scarlet is going to have to relay on more than just Gl...
CAUTION: THIS BOOK IS NOT IN IDENTICAL ORDER TO THE SHOW, THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT.
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I had no chance to prepare
I couldn't see you coming
The start of nothing, ooh, I could hate you now
It's quite alright to hate me now
When we both know that deep down
The feeling still deep down is good
Ivy - Frank Ocean
Then:
His eyes excitedly find mine, young and bright as he smiles strongly. The water that has sprinkled its way onto our chalk from last nights drizzle dilutes the bright pink and greens we had scribbled on in an unorderly fashion just mere hours ago. Yet, standing proudly next to our work, Glenn points towards the "art".
His mom looks at it for a second before smiling at both of us fondly. Watching as she tells Glenn that she'll buy us more chalk as a consolation prize for Glenn's good attitude despite the rain mishap, I swear they look so alike. Both with dark straight hair and thin, smile worn lips, they nod to each other with equal love and respect.
On Tuesdays I spend dinner with them. The warmth of their apartment mixed with the spicy aroma of whatever it is that Glenn's mother is cooking fills my nose and always warms the chill that follows me from outside. "Scarlet?" She asks and I look up from yesterdays chalk. She gives me a sideways smile, her eyes lingering on the bruise just below my eye.
Days old, the once purple knuckled shaped bruise is now a sickly yellow color, tender and puffed up. "Are you staying over at ours tonight?" I raise my round and un plucked eyebrow at her, wondering why she would ask. Had she thought Glenn had asked me? Or does she simply want me too, the same way I can tell she wants me to every time I leave their place.
She stares at me with the same look I look at a broken doll with. My mom says that she's just motherly of me because she's known me so long but sometimes, it makes me wonder why adults never look at Glenn in this way too. When I shake my head in response, she takes a deep breath and places her hand on Glenn's shoulder. Along with strange, long glances from adults, I have noticed that they often do things like breathe deeply under their breath, believing that us kids don't notice it.
