022. a neglected or derelict treehouse . / siblings
setting prompts, accepting. / @kindofuneven !
the ladder creaks and cracks as he climbs up on it. it has less to do with weight and more the fact that it's sat mostly untouched for the past couple of winters. she doesn't recall when exactly she's stopped coming up here regularly but it must have been around the time scott left for san francisco. it was only half as fun without him around and her bedroom had eventually become her place to retreat and hide out in place of the treehouse. the teen is sat with her back against one of the wooden walls which was just as weathered as the steps of the ladder. knees are pulled close to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs just like she used to do when she was little.
she's not entirely sure why she fled to the treehouse of all places but there was an urge to travel back in time to get that feeling of security and comfort she used to find up here. so far, it's not working. all she's getting is flashbacks to ten years ago. all the times he'd also climb up after her because he never wanted her to be alone when she was sad or upset. & just like back then, she's going to be grouchy about it. " you know, i always used to come here because i wanted some time for myself. i thought by now you'd get the message. "