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IN ALL HONESTY, Maisy and Walker haven't spoken to each other since Maisy's birthday — which was a week and a half ago. Trust me, they both tried too.
After that night, Maisy has tried many times to text him. Her thumbs danced above the keyboard of her phone, but she never actually typed anything. She didn't know what to say. She knows that she was the one who suggested that they both act like nothing happened, but it was difficult for her.
She couldn't even think about Walker without thinking about the kiss. And if she thought about the kiss, she'd spiral and get lost inside her own head.
Dark and stormy clouds would engulf her mind and she'd think about everything wrong that would happen in the future because of their stupid kiss. To prevent herself from spiraling further, she'd keep herself distracted with school. In the past few days, Maisy has been staying afterschool, volunteering to help a couple of her teachers or some clubs with anything they needed help with — literally anything. She was desperate to keep herself busy.
Maisy has stopped talking to her other friends too, even Mckenna. She's barely responded in the groupchats with her friends, which concerned them since she's usually the one who talks the most in them. But she would always say that she was busy catching up on school.
Since being preoccupied with schoolwork wasn't very peculiar for Maisy, nobody really questioned it. Except for Charlie.
Unlike Mckenna, Aryan, Leena, Walker, Leah, and Dior, Charlie actually lives with Maisy and has spent the last 15 years of his life with her. He sees her almost every single day and he knows when something is wrong with her. Maybe it's brother intuition or maybe he's just observant with her. Whatever it is, Charlie was a hundred percent sure that something was off with Maisy.
It was evident in the way she stopped barging in his room and laying down on his bed to tell him about her day while he was at his desk either gaming or working. Maisy does this every single day, but after her birthday, she stopped.
As much as Charlie would roll his eyes and tell her how much she yaps and how annoying she was, he missed it. That was when he knew something was wrong.
Whenever he tried to ask Maisy how her day went, he just couldn't because Maisy was either at school or locked inside her room. They live in the same house, but Charlie genuinely hasn't seen her in two days. He brought it up to their mother, which did worry her at first. But then the next day, Mrs Bushnell told him that Maisy was just stressed about school and soccer stuff and that she'd be fine. While it did make some sort of sense, Charlie was still very skeptical.
