Fire Alarms // Roran
Rory knew that she wouldn’t get out of dealing with Ethan forever. It seemed that everywhere she turned, she had someone telling her to stop being a bitch, or to talk to Ethan, or to get the fuck over herself. Which, to be entirely fair, wasn’t something that she particularly disagreed with--or that she would have disagreed with had the situation been turned on anyone else.
Still, it didn’t make it any easier to deal with.
She had so many things to say that she didn’t know how to, and it wasn’t fair to make her talk when she didn’t have the words out there. Rory knew that Ethan wouldn’t particularly like what she had to say, so she didn’t see why it mattered if he was mad at her for talking, or mad at her for not talking.
So instead of moving to fix it like people continuously thought she should, she spent most of her time actively avoiding him. The girl probably was taking for granted how much he cared about her, but she just figured that she could get her space and it would also be okay in the end.
Currently, she was in the Art room, working on a painting that wasn’t due for a couple of weeks. Losing herself in the colors and design, though, took away the constant tornado in her gut... for a little while, at least.











