[ It’s almost 1AM, silver light slanting across the floor, and Raleigh's picking his way carefully across the creaking floorboards of his and Yancy’s shared bedroom. He doesn’t want to wake Yancy up – Yancy needs the sleep for the early shift in the diner tomorrow morning, and when Raleigh gets close enough to look, Raleigh sees the dark bruises under his eyes, the unhappy slant of his mouth.
Yancy’s taken to fighting with Jazmine a lot lately, and it seems to suck all energy out of him every time. Takes the energy out of Raleigh, too. Tonight had been witness to a particularly bad one – mostly furious whisper-shouts in the kitchen, quiet so as to not disturb Mom in her bedroom – and Raleigh is exhausted, but all his attempts at sleep have been thus far unsuccessful.
Raleigh goes downstairs, as silent as he can manage, and leaves through the front door. Chuck’s house is just across the street, so it makes sense, in that moment, to go there next.
He hasn’t climbed trees since he was twelve, so it takes him a while to scale the thing up to Chuck’s second-story window. A light inside is on, thank fuck, so Raleigh balances himself better on the branch, rapping on the window pane until he’s sure he has Chuck’s attention. When Chuck’s looking, Raleigh mouths, hey, dicksmack, open up. ]
teen normal au!
[ It’s almost 1AM, silver light slanting across the floor, and Raleigh's picking his way carefully across the creaking floorboards of his and Yancy’s shared bedroom. He doesn’t want to wake Yancy up – Yancy needs the sleep for the early shift in the diner tomorrow morning, and when Raleigh gets close enough to look, Raleigh sees the dark bruises under his eyes, the unhappy slant of his mouth.
Yancy’s taken to fighting with Jazmine a lot lately, and it seems to suck all energy out of him every time. Takes the energy out of Raleigh, too. Tonight had been witness to a particularly bad one – mostly furious whisper-shouts in the kitchen, quiet so as to not disturb Mom in her bedroom – and Raleigh is exhausted, but all his attempts at sleep have been thus far unsuccessful.
Raleigh goes downstairs, as silent as he can manage, and leaves through the front door. Chuck’s house is just across the street, so it makes sense, in that moment, to go there next.
He hasn’t climbed trees since he was twelve, so it takes him a while to scale the thing up to Chuck’s second-story window. A light inside is on, thank fuck, so Raleigh balances himself better on the branch, rapping on the window pane until he’s sure he has Chuck’s attention. When Chuck’s looking, Raleigh mouths, hey, dicksmack, open up. ]