Candy ✔ (In Editing)

-Chapter Twenty Six

Have you ever wanted to cry but you're to angry to cry? Okay maybe not angry but a bit upset. That's how I felt when I came back home after a lovely romantic date with Justin. The date led to me sleeping over at his place. It was truly a magical night and not in the way you are thinking.

Waking up in his arms made me dream of a forever with him. And the way he looked at me made me think that maybe forever is not too far fetched for the both of us.

So imagine my surprise when my happy and whipped self found the apartment flooded. The water wasn't that high but it was enough to cause damage. The wooden floors were now saturated with water. Most of the furniture was wet. The electrical wall sockets were hypothetically damaged but luckily our appliances were on higher ground except the poor fridge. The landlord is surely having a fit.

My heart had dropped at the sight. I had walked into the apartment against my landlord's commands to save my stuff. Whatever was left of it anyway. Call me materialistic all you want but I don't have money lying around waiting to get spent on new stuff.

I took my luggage bag which was safely on top of the closet. I carefully put it on my bed. I shoved in the few dry cloths I had left, the pictures on the wall, my music box which also served as a jewelry box that my mom gifted me on my sixteenth birthday and a few of my other dry belongings. The water had increased by at least two centimetres when I had finally squished my things into my large luggage bag and two duffel bags.

I couldn't pull my luggage bag behind me so with a lot of struggle I placed my luggage bag on my head with both duffel bags on either arm, as I dragged my feet through the water. Thank you yoga! I don't think two weeks of yoga counts as experience but I always had unbelievable balance, that's why I loved surfing.

I walked out of there still intact, avoided my landlord and hailed for a cab once I reached outside.

I tried calling Cara and Lisa but none of them were answering my calls. The landlord said someone left the water in both the bathroom and the kitchen running which somehow led to the pipes bursting. The place was now inhabitable.

"Excuse me sir, do you know of a hotel close by?" I asked the cab driver.

"Ma'am there are mostly motels around here." He replied. I grimaced, remembering the motel experience shown at the movie, Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. Yes, it is only a movie but one can never be too sure.

"Uh a Bed and Breakfast?" I asked.

"You got it ma'am."

"Thank you." I smiled. I tried calling the Lockhart sisters again but they were still not answering. I resorted to calling Justin. Maybe he could find out if Cara was with Tristan.

"Miss me already?" The voice answered. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Every minute of every day but that's not why I called."

"So why did you call Candy?"

"Do you know where your brother is?" I asked, "I'm not really looking for him but I figured Cara would be with him. Our apartment is flooded and well inhabitable."

"I don't know where he is but I'll try reaching him," he said to me, "meanwhile you can come back to my place."

"No it's okay. I'm on my way to a Bed and Breakfast." I assured him.

"Listen my love, you can't live at a Bed and Breakfast. I'm here for you as your partner. You can stay with me until your apartment is habitable."

"I don't want to invade on your personal space babe." I told him.

"I'd love nothing more than for you to invade my personal space. Now you are going to come back to my place. You can ask the receptionist in the lobby for my key, I'm rushing off to a meeting."