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"-okay. carrie, slow down." carlos whispered, trying not to wake up the others, "what happened?"

"m-my dad- he-he was driving home.. from work, a-and he got in a-a cra-sh."

"holy shit, babe. is he okay?"

"no. he's dead" she cried.

carlos ran his hand through his hair, "oh my god. i'm so sorry. okay, i'm gonna come over in a sec. m'kay?"

"okay."

he hung up, and stood up grabbing his shirt from the floor. he pulled it over his head, putting his arms through each of the holes, and pulling it over his body.

carlos looked around the room, looking for something he could write on as a note.

he spotted a sticky note that had nothing written on it, picked up a pen from the floor and leaned against the bunk bed as he wrote on it.

he wrote:

sorry i left. had to go to carrie's for an emergancy.
i'll see ya later

- the amazing carlos =)

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carlos ran down to his, kev and v's house, and ran into the yard, grabbing his bike. he ran into the road, as fast as he could, hopping onto the bike, peddling as fast as he could straight away.

he rode his bike down the 5 blocks to carrie's, and ran to his girlfriend, who was sitting on the middle step crying.

he wrapped his arms around her, as he sat down.

"shh. hey, you're okay. your gonna be okay." he consoled her, "what can i do? to make you feel happy?"

"fuck me."

"what? no- you're vulnerable, a-and i'd be taking advantage of you."

she shook her head, sniffling, "no. i-i want to."

he sucked air through his teeth and thought for a moment, "fine. come on."

he stood up, and picked her up, taking carrie into her house.

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this chapter is really baddddd. it's just a filler because i couldn't think of anything though.

imma tell you guys right now though, don't get attached to carrie' characters, because you will be sad in like 12 chapters or something. i haven't really thought about that part yet.

anyway, don't forget to vote! and feel free to give me your opinions and ideas if you have any!

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