F2F || Scarseph
Scarlet knew this was all at least a level seven on her own scale of ‘shit she shouldn’t do’ but they both said they were over each other, right? That meant it was totally normal for her to go over to his house as his friend. That’s what they were now, what they agreed on being. Friends. So maybe Scarlet hadn’t been completely honest when she said she was over it 100% but she knew for a fact that she was going to run on impulse. They were going to be normal, damn it. Or at least as normal as they could be. Walking down his street, Scarlet knocked his door, shuffling back and forth on her scuffed up boots as she waited for him to answer.














