let your heart run, child
who: braxton & claudia what: finger-painting and getting high where: claudia’s bedroom when: sunday, may 21st, afternoon
Claudia stood in front of her floor length mirror on the back of her bedroom door, debating on changing.
She tilted her head to the side, her short hair following along. She was wearing what she usually wore: a shirt buttoned all the way up, mostly clean except for the random splatters of oil paint. There was a rough shape of a heart in red paint that Brinley had one once with her index finger while she was high and came stumbling into Claudia's room after Claudia had texted her about recently arguing with her mother. (The early days when every fight cut deep.)
Her jeans were loose enough to hide the shape of her legs and were cuffed around the ankles, also splattered with paint. The back pockets had large green handprints on it, courtesy of Stella, also when incredibly high.
She brought her hands to her collar and unbuttoned the first four buttons. She didn't have much cleavage and her nude-colored bra wasn't enticing in the way that Brinley's or Stella's or Phoenix's multicolored bras and bralettes were. Flushing, she quickly buttoned her shirt again so the collar was resting properly against her throat.
(Confidence, Cohen.)
((It’s Braxton - she needs to get ahold of herself.))
While her attitudes regarding sexual relationships were counterintuitive to the way she presented herself, she never felt the need to change herself in anyway and she wasn't going to start with one of her dearest friends.
Her room was already set – the tarp was on the floor, the papers and watercolors and acrylic paints organized, the neatly rolled joint resting on a large ceramic plate she made when she was thirteen.
She was ready, but it was still a shock to her system when the doorbell rang.
Given that her mother didn't immediately call out to her, she assumed that her mother was in the studio, lost in whatever project she had put on hold while she was in contending with finals at the college. She glanced herself in the mirror one more time before shaking head, quickly making her way out of her room and down the winding staircase.
She didn't pause to open the door and greeted Braxton with a large smile. "Hey."