fandom: good charlotte
challenge: sheets at night
she had always pictured some quaint little life with billy, this yellow house and this picket fence, two point five kids and, okay, maybe a dog. ever since she was a little girl, she imagined her bedroom, big and open, with these french doors leading to a deck overlooking the ocean, billowing white sheets that flap and twist in the wind and look so inviting.
and, now, she has this four-poster bed, okay, and she comes home every night tired and she gets down on her fucking hands and knees and scrubs the come stains out of the bed sheets.