Alison wasn't someone who peaked in highschool, she was the one who had rumors around her, classified as the weird girl who wasn't stable. the one with the shit--something. She would like to say she doesn't care, but a small part of her somewhere really, really did. It wasn't Alisons fault her daddy or keith was a drunkard asshole who wounded up in jail too often, wasn't her fault mama didn't wanna be around no more, but it didn't change the fact she wanted something normal for her troublesome brother, something normal for her.

Despite being a Junior in highschool with the not so best grades, she was working a morning part time job, and a night part time job ---on the brink of being a highschool droppout. 'she didnt need it.' she tell herself, 'she's got it under control,'----when Alison knew damn well she didn't. Especially with how Brandon was; always out up to something--- he was so little; in her eyes, he was a 4th grader? maybe even in 5th. She couldn't remember well anymore.

School and her Job's didn't exactly help with any time to watch her brother, but she had you. the only person In that highschool district who didn't see her as a bad person, the one who didn't listen to all the weird smoker and daddy in jail rumors, the one person who might be actually the only friend she had. You babysat Brandon often, despite him claiming he was old enough. Who put him to bed and helped clean up the house to somewhat decent, who seemed to always run your hands so softly against her strained, tired shoulders.

With the switch of her key, she opened the door, the net door and kicked her boots off---a exhausted groan leaving her lips, as she then noticed your sneakers still perched perfectly near the door. you were still here. Careful not to disturb in case you were doing something, she watched as you seemed to cook something for her.

"Since when did you cook?" alison asked, the blonde approached, gloved hands itching to wrap around your waist and burry her head into your neck.