burn, baby!

Bailey and Rowen were… a pair of unlikely friends. Upon seeing her, Ro definitely didn’t think she’d get along with the preppy girl, but she had been pleasantly surprised. Of course, though Ro is very rough around the edges, she does her best to make friends with any other members of the club - each other were all they really had, after all. 

Bailey had texted Ro asking her if she wanted to come hang out - to which the red haired girl had sent an idle text back saying she was “out bein’ a rebel”. She hadn’t expected in a million years that Bailey would ask to tag along, yet here they were, in front of an old worn down shack outside of town that Ro had been scouting for a while. 

When Rowen brought out her spray can and lighter from the pockets of her hoodie, she turned around to look at the girl behind her, a small smile on her face. 

“Alright, let’s do this!”

She grabs onto Bailey’s wrist and brings her closer to the tiny shack, lifting her hand and pointing the spray can. She brings up her lighter with her other hand, and sure enough, fwoosh. Rowen laughs, her eyes sparkling as the wood starts to burn. She flips her lighter closed and holds the can out to Bailey.