geri doesn’t know why her parents act so surprised every time bea brought home a new plaything. it’s almost like clockwork, she starts something up by the end of the summer and after the snow has melted and the holidays have come and gone, they’re over and she’s sunk her teeth into a new victim. it was just a matter of time before a matthew, chad, or dylan strolled into the rose household to intrude on another staycation the girls often spent with their parents before semesters started back up. the house was finally quiet and though geri was used to smoking outside her window on the bit of roof that hung beneath her window, she decided to retire to their quaint front porch, a joint tucked behind her ear as she curled up on one of the plush seats. there wasn’t much light provided but the moonlight but geri liked it this way. it reminded her of her high school years, choosing to read late at night when the world was finally silent instead of partying like so many of her friends did. she was going into her final year at yale, and there’s a part of her that feels like she’s gripping so hard onto this feeling because she’s not sure when her world will ever be this quiet again. she can hear some movement in the house, stature straightening out as she eyes the front door, watching a familiar frame slip into the moonlight to join her. bea’s new beau was the last person she suspected to see, but it’s a much better outcome than her sister, or either one of her parents. “can’t sleep?” she asks with a quirk of her brow, fingers fidgeting with her lighter. “you’re more than welcome to join me, though i think my sister might kill us both if you go back to bed smelling like weed.” there’s a silent chuckle at the very thought, recalling just how much her sister detests geri’s little habit. “what was your name again?” she remembers it - hell, they just spent most of the day getting to know one another, but she wouldn’t be a proper little sister if she didn’t fuck with him just a little.