“ i'm tired of thinking. let's just... make out, or something “
“ it’s okay to cry, you know. “
Callie Adams Foster (Good Trouble) x male!reader
“ it’s okay to cry, you know. “
“ i'm tired of thinking. let's just... make out, or something “
It wasn't odd to find Callie with a glass of wine in her hand. It was odd, however, to find her pouting and deep in thought with a glass of wine in her hand. You had slipped out of your room to grab a midnight snack when you had stumbled upon the brunette. Shoulders slumped, brows slightly furrowed, bottom lip puckered.
"You okay?" You asked, watching her slowly turn her head to look at you, movements semi sluggish. Probably tipsy.
"Happy as can be." She responded, voice going higher in pitch toward the end. Definitely not okay.
"You sure? You seem... down."
"Have you ever been broken up with but like.. not really at the same time?" Ah, there it was. Humming to yourself, you got some cereal and poured yourself a bowl.
"Can't say I have." You responded, getting the milk and sinking a spoon into the cereal. Sinking into her chair, she exhaled.
"Gael is seeing someone." She muttered.
"The artist upstairs? Wonder how long that'll last." Being a pretty boy, Gael had plenty of girls and guys coming and going. His most recent? The sad girl infront of you.
Snorting softly at your words, she pushed herself back up and took a sip of her wine. "I thought we had something special but.." Shrugging her shoulders and chuckling, she continued, "I'm tired of thinking. Let's just... make out, or something."
"You're not in the right state of mind for that, Callie. Where's Mariana?"
"Spending the night with her boyfriend." Callie replied bitterly.
"It’s okay to cry, you know." You reminded her, eating a spoonful of cereal and watching her drop her head onto the arm resting on the table. A soft whine escaped her.
"I'm tired of crying. I just want to feel good. I want someone to... to.. to care for me."
"I'm sure that someone will come around, Callie." You reached over and took the glass from her, setting it beside the sink and going around the table. Carefully pulling her up, you took the girl to her bedroom and let her fall onto one of the beds. Whether it was Marianas bed or not, she surely wouldn't mind.