❝ GILBERT, TEDDY.
HIS PARENT’S DEATH AFFECTED TEDDY much more then he would ever care to admit aloud. pairing that with his older half sister trying to replace them – and you would be left with a very distressed theodore. the past three years have been filled with random acting outs, the discovery of both graffitti, fire, and other unhealthy coping mechanisms. this left a nineteen year old who recently got kicked out of college, being forced to work at his sister’s bar – although he mostly used the bar to satisfy is own needs without having to worry about getting kicked out. and that’s exactly what he was doing tonight, a buzzed teddy wandered outside after his sister - grabbing the dumpster when he stumbled a bit. “ i scared you, right? “ teddy grinned mischievously, the two never really had a chance to.. ehem bond. “ i thought the bar didn’t close for like 2 more hours? “
If someone told her, years ago, that this would be the kind of PREDICAMENT she would find herself in nowadays, she would have rightfully laughed at their face. Rose didn’t wish for motherhood even when it was trusted upon her but she wished even less to have four fresh-out-of-teenagehood ( or in some cases, still teenagers ) half-siblings to be responsible for when she wasn’t even responsible for herself at times. Three years now she had at least attempted to keep their head above water, and she really did mean that, keeping them safe and alive had been considered a VICTORY each and every day, considering how much of a danger they were to themselves. She tossed the trash bag that was in her hand on the trash can and crossed her arms in front of her chest, years enough had gone by for her to pick up on their ways and she could tell by Teddy’s nearly unnoticeable stumble, that he had gone through the alcohol, again. “ I’m going to start charging you for the booze, dude, ” she said, knowing that wrapping themselves in an argument right then and there would be detrimental to them both. Rose had a long and full day and Teddy would always be Teddy. She wasn’t his mother and she was the last person who could say something about making good choices. “ It was a slow night, I’m wrapping shit up now so I can send everyone home but since you thought it was a nice night for drinks, you’re also helping me clean. ”















