claire had been home for a while now. it’s not every day you come home to your best friend’s nissan rogue in your driveway without you being home. the confusion turned to straight disgust when she walked in the house and heard what evidently sounded like ramona and ember having a wonderful time down the hall. fear she had no place, claire inhaled deeply and took to tidying up her desk. thankfully the sounds stop once there’s a certain... satisfaction. claire perks up when she hears the door open and ember comes out, hardly startled by claire’s presence. “oh, hey, babe,” ember remarks, heading into the kitchen to wash her hands and get a glass of water.
claire turns on her heels, furrowing brows at ember who is now leaning on the counter, hand on her hip. “uh-- so,” claire starts, but ember waves her hand, moving to drink some of the water down. “right,” claire continues. “so, i did hear that right. cool. so what’s up? why don’t you--?” get the fuck out? claire can’t find the right ending that doesn’t sound so strung with anger, but she subconsciously gestures to the door, regretfully showing her hand.
ember nods, knowing that look on claire’s face. “sure, of course.” ember moves to the door, sliding her shoes on. she fixes her sweats, tosses her jacket over her arm and swings her bag over her shoulder. “love you, girl. i’ll text you.” and she’s leaving, respectfully.
“please don’t,” claire says, once the door shuts. she then turns to look down the hallway, waiting to see if ramona would round the corner. she hopes that she’ll stay tucked away until claire can finish up out here and they wouldn’t have to see one another. when she hears that familiar creak of the door, however, she’s sorely mistaken. ( @rcsecolor !! )
