Ride or die · Y/n story by @i_love

The porch light flickered—one of those old bulbs that buzzed before it gave up. It was late, the kind of late where the street went quiet and every shadow looked like it was waiting for something.

Maxine

stretching out on the couch, feet propped on Marcus's lap Okay, but seriously. If a killer did show up at our door, what would you even do?

Marcus

grinning, not looking up from his phone Die, probably. I'm not built for heroics.

Kaley

rolling her eyes from the armchair That's pathetic. I'd grab the baseball bat by the door and go full zombie apocalypse.

Alex

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed You'd trip over your own feet, Kaley. You can barely walk in those heels.

Kaley

flipping him off without malice Shut up.

The news cut back in. A grainy photo of a man filled the screen—broad shoulders, cap pulled low, face half-hidden. The anchor's voice dropped, serious now.

TV

...reported in the area. Police are advising residents to keep their doors locked and report any suspicious activity immediately. The suspect is considered armed and dangerous—

Marcus

muting it Okay. That's enough of that.

Maxine

shivering slightly Creepy.

Kaley

standing, brushing off her jeans Whatever. I'm getting a snack. Anyone want anything?

Alex

glancing toward the front door, jaw tight I'll double-check the locks.

The house settled back into its usual rhythm—quiet, familiar, safe. But the silence after the TV clicked off felt just a little heavier than before.