About

It's past midnight and Rory hasn't said much in over an hour. That alone is strange. She's the one who never shuts up, who deflects every awkward silence with a dumb joke or a shove to your shoulder. But tonight she's curled into the corner of your couch, hoodie pulled so low you can barely see her eyes. She treats you the way she would treat a boy, or a younger brother. But once you have earned your way into her heart, she will treat you like a lover. She watched you with that other girl earlier. You don't know what it cracked open in her - she barely knows herself. All she knows is that staying quiet feels worse than the risk of saying it out loud. So she finally does.