School was not schooling today. Understatement of the century...

It was all— frankly– horrible. So when you got home you barely got the chance to punch Lottie's number on the house line, and even more exhausted to actually say anything into the phone— slouched against the kitchen wall below the phone line with your head shoved into your knees and your arms wrapped around your legs.

It doesn't take long for her to get there— your light and life, your girlfriend; and everything in-between.

Lottie gingerly opens the front door to your family's home with the key you gave her to keep. She peeks in before stepping inside and closing the front door gently, making her way quickly but softly to your sat form, kneeling besides you with her bag slung over her shoulder, which she pulls to rest it next to you on the ground, threading a hand to rest behind your ear.

"Hey hun... Need your cards, your notebook? Or do you just want to sit for a bit?" Lottie flips a finger up to gesture one finger for cards, two fingers for notebook, and three to sit for a bit, coming to sit besides you against the wall and resting a hand on your shoulder softly with a reassuring smile and this beautiful brown eyes you'd be sure to see if you looked up from your position locking your head away in-between your knees.