"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"
[SEASON ONE-SIX]
eli moskowitz/hawk x fem!oc
demetri alexoplous x fem!oc x m...
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Maritza and Demetri stood at the front door of Sunny's house, exchanging nervous glances. The breakup with Hawk a few days ago had hit Sunny hard, and they hadn't seen much of her since. Maritza tapped her foot anxiously as they waited for someone to answer the door.
Elaine, Sunny's mom, opened it after a few moments, relief flooding her face the second she saw them. "Oh thank god you guys are here," she breathed out, stepping aside to let them in. "Sunny's up in her room, and she won't come out. Moon went to check on her about an hour ago, but she's a mess. Can you try talking to her? She hasn't been outside in days, and I don't know what else to do."
Maritza nodded immediately, her concern deepening. "Of course, Mrs. Knight. We'll talk to her."
Demetri gave a reassuring smile. "We've got this."
Elaine sighed with relief and gestured toward the stairs. "Thank you. I'm really worried. She's just... she's never been like this before."
As they made their way up the stairs, the house was eerily quiet. The closer they got to Sunny's room, the more Maritza's heart sank. They could practically feel the weight of Sunny's sadness pressing down on the air. When they finally reached her door, Maritza knocked softly. "Sunny? It's me and Demetri."
No response.
Maritza exchanged a glance with Demetri before gently pushing the door open. The sight that greeted them was enough to make even Demetri pause in shock. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, piles of discarded laundry mixing with empty snack wrappers and takeout containers. The room had a stale, sour smell-like someone had been living in it without stepping outside for days. Tissues were crumpled on the nightstand, and the curtains were drawn tightly, keeping out any hint of sunlight.
Sunny sat on the bed, curled up with her knees drawn to her chest, her face blotchy and her eyes red from crying. Moon sat next to her, looking helpless, as if she'd run out of comforting words long ago.
Demetri couldn't help himself. "Wow, it looks like a tornado of feelings threw up in here," he said with a wry smirk.
Maritza immediately smacked his arm. "Demetri!" she whispered harshly. "Not the time."
