loveruined!

     She’s looking for Jamie. After their texts about how he’s not necessarily going to abstain from everything, Jane – overbearing mother that she sometimes is – has made it her business to go find him and stick by his side so he can’t make any shitty decisions. And she knows, he’s got his own mind. If he wants to fuck up, he’ll find a way regardless. But she’ll never forgive herself if she doesn’t try her best to keep it from happening. Smell of smoke hits and she sighs, ready to yell as she turns the corner – but it’s not Jamie. It’s… Kris? Maybe? She’s bad with names.

      Jane folds her arms in on herself, defensive. Nothing personal – she doesn’t know him – but he’s a guy, and she’s alone, and given everything, she always assumes. “Not my business. Not like you’re cheating anybody but yourself, after all.”

‘    yeah    ?   tell it to someone who cares.   ‘     the response is that littered with the petulance only displayed by a child confined to the everlasting metaphorical headlock of immaturity,   paper set to fire betwixt fingers visibly unsteady.   hip cocks abruptly,   despicable remains of stunted growth in teenage body weight deposited to a single tattered chuck taylor.   falling prey to the vulnerability accompanying accepting a change of clothing,   to most,   might simply indicate a severe lack of willingness to comply with professional assistance   —-   though to kris,   seeking help truly only hints to lack of commitment,   a fatal flaw in character,   a pathetically premature abandonment to a life providing only immense freedom.