alwaysontop posted in blueridgeschool:

Sera was already standing with her hand on the door ready to let herself in. She hadn’t been expecting Tatum to answer, not at all really. Especially once she spoke, and Tatum knew for sure it was her. She thought she’d be the last person in the world her sister would want to talk to, especially as upset as she sounded. They weren’t exactly the type of sisters to share their feelings, at least not with each other. Sera was pretty sure it had been at least a couple years since she’d last seen Tatum cry, probably not since Frankie had died.

When Tatum finally started to speak, Sera had expected things to go a whole lot worse. She'd been expecting to be told to 'go the fuck away' or something, so when Tatum actually told her to come in, it kind of caught her off guard. She almost thought she must have misheard her. Something definitely had to be wrong. If Tatum wanted to seriously talk, it had to be something bad.

She hesitated outside for just a moment, bracing herself to deal with whatever had Tatum so worked up. She pushed the door open and looked around. It took her a moment to spot Tatum, until her eyes glanced the room and made it to the closet. Tatum didn’t seem to be crying anymore, at least as much as she had been but it was clear she had been. She would have known by looking at her, even if she hadn’t already heard her from the hall. As first she wasn’t really sure what to say, or how to start. Tatum didn’t seem ready to burst right out with it, not that Sera had expected it her to.

"Um.. I just wanted to know if you’re okay? What do you wanna talk about?" she hesitated for another for seconds, just kind of looking at Tatum. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do, she couldn’t just treat Tatum how she normally would have, it’d just make the whole situation much worse. She looked at Tatum’s desk chair, considered sitting, but walked past instead and took a seat next to Tatum on the floor.

"Seriously, what’s wrong?" she asked suddenly, noticing the bag in Tatum’s hand and the few things she’d already stuffed partially inside. She couldn’t help but wince a bit at the mess of it all but kept her feelings to herself. Now probably wasn't the best time to pick on Tatum's terrible packing habits.