just found this clip and imagining it’s hh!yellowcherry

the way he sits down in front of her and looks back at her and she leans down to talk to him/see what he wanted?? the way bob puts her sweater down on paul’s shoulders and he just takes it and holds it for her with no hesitation??

But here we are, can’t be undone.

if not siblings, why sibling shaped?

when bob dies, paul is so upset and he’s never really been great with his words or showing how he’s really feeling. he just wants to protect cherry and he needs her to understand that that could have been her

the boys she was talking to just killed his friend, HER BOYFRIEND. what’s to say that couldn’t have gotten violent with her, killed her?

he understands why she’s upset with him but he just needs her to understand that he’s trying to protect her

But in no time, she’d been stealing his toys and he’d been pulling on her braids. Their parents joked it was like they’d been siblings their whole lives. They looked nothing alike, but everyone knew they were siblings. They had the same eye roll.

Paul was twelve when his sunny life took a turn.

Suddenly, there were more beer bottles around the house. And his dad didn’t want to hang out with him anymore. And Cherry’s mom would disappear into her bedroom or bathroom for hours. Cherry would come up to him and ask him what was going on. He’d never given her an answer.

Sometimes, he’d wake up to hear them fighting. On those nights, Cherry would sneak into his bedroom and hide next to him until it was quiet again.

It was hard to reconcile that the little girl with big brown eyes was the same person as the teenager who would call him at college to tell him all about her new boyfriend or what she was getting up to with her best friend.

Every time he came home, things were worse and worse. Cherry was losing weight. There were dents in the walls where something must have been thrown. There was the sound of crying from a bathroom. She’d been staying at Marcia’s, she told him. Her parents were always out of town. Besides, it’s not like their parents noticed she was gone.

One of those nights, sharing a cigarette in her bedroom, she told him about Bob Sheldon. There was still a fondness in her tone, but it was ridged with something he didn’t like. She told him that he’d been drinking more and more, going after greasers left and right. She confessed that it felt like he was a different person.

He told her she was over reacting. “Everyone your age drinks,” he told her, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. “You’re being dramatic.”

She hadn’t talked to him much after that.

He saw her talking to that greaser kid at the drive in. She smiled and looked more animated than she had in a long time. Paul felt rage boiling under his skin.

Then Bob died.

And he knew it was because of Cherry. Because she just had to get involved with that greaser kid. She got her boyfriend killed.

At the vigil, he couldn’t take it anymore. They all knew what she did. He was just the only one who would say it out loud. She’d held Bob’s jacket to her chest and looked at him with so much betrayal. There were tears in her eyes as she yelled right back at him.

They hadn’t really fought as kids. Never had screaming matches. Not like this.