Characters: Reya and Mitchell

It's not a true prompt, but I wrote two shorts for my friends' characters. Reya is Katia's because Katia is amazing.

Mitchell:

He tossed the baseball in the air and caught it on its way down. He repeated the action again and again until the knocking on the door ceased. He didn’t want to go outside today. He didn’t want to do anything today, except sit in his room and stare at the ceiling.

There were a few minutes of blissful silence until someone else knocked on the door. The person tried the knob and Mitchell smirked. It was locked. Even if she was rude enough to come in unwelcome, she wouldn’t be able to. Something clicked in the door and it swung open. Mitchell sat up in surprise. His sister stood there, scowling at him.

“Mom says to come down for dinner,” she said, her hands on her hips and her face a scowl to match Mitchell’s. It was what they’d both inherited from their father, although they looked different in all other respects.

“I’m not hungry,” Mitchell replied.

“But Mom said.”

“I’m not a teenager anymore,” he said in an annoyed tone. “I don’t have to listen to what Mom says.”

She glared at him, anything playful dropping from her features. “If you’re so grown up, why don’t you do something with your life?”

Reya:

 “Excuse me, miss, you’ve dropped your-”

Reya turned on the man with a scowl on her face. She didn’t like being interrupted by strangers when she went out at night. Just because she was alone didn’t mean she wanted any company. “What?” She snapped.

“Your watch,” he said, averting his eyes. “You’ve dropped your watch.”

Reya’s eyebrows drew together sharply. He wouldn’t look her in the eyes, she couldn’t abide by people who avoided eye contact. It was an old habit, one that had come from before she got sick. And now when people didn’t look her in the eyes it was because they were scared. Scared or embarrassed for her, embarrassed to be around her.

“Miss?” He implored, taking another step towards her. “Your watch?”

He held out the item for her to take and Reya took a step back. She didn’t want contact with anyone, much less a stranger she’d met on the street at night. It wouldn’t take longer than a few minutes for him to notice something was wrong. To see her sickness.

Reya turned away, brushing off his polite offer. “I don’t have a watch,” she said, continuing on home to her flat.