23 Griffin Way, Hayley's Room, Saturday Late Morning [NFB]
Hayley stirred awake and was quickly aware of two very scary facts.
One, that she couldn't move her arms. Two, that someone was running their fingers through her hair. When her eyes focused, and she could see properly, both of these facts were explained by the teenage girl sitting on Hayley's chest, knees planted against Hayley's shoulders.
"What the hell?" Hayley said, trying not to panic entirely. The teen, who was wearing a leather jacket that was all too familiar to Hayley (if a bit more worn and somewhat altered), pressed a finger against Hayley's lips and gave her a little shushing noise.
[ooc: To be continued in the comments with myself...]
One, that she couldn't move her arms. Two, that someone was running their fingers through her hair. When her eyes focused, and she could see properly, both of these facts were explained by the teenage girl sitting on Hayley's chest, knees planted against Hayley's shoulders.
"What the hell?" Hayley said, trying not to panic entirely. The teen, who was wearing a leather jacket that was all too familiar to Hayley (if a bit more worn and somewhat altered), pressed a finger against Hayley's lips and gave her a little shushing noise.
[ooc: To be continued in the comments with myself...]