|Rockstar| -Sunday x Carol- BLM/ LGBTQ+

Apart

1 year ago...

Beep beep beep

"Shut up."

Beep beep click

"Ugh... I'm awake you stupid alarm clock. Mmmh..."

"Baby.."

"Where are you?"

"Waking me up with some kind of prank today huh..?"

"Heh... good one, Carol. Are you gonna have 50 shades of makeup on to make it look like you're bleeding or some shit this time..?

Her and these pranks. I love her... What would I do without you, Carrie?

. . .

Sunday was fully dressed now. A tank top, sweatpants, and her favorite blue blanket to top it off. Yes, this was an outfit she'd wear in public. Sunday could truly care less about what people thought about her, or the way she dresses.

"Well, at least I'm not wearing that shitty dress just to impress somebody. I look just fine right now." She once responded to a friend.

That was part of the reason she loves Carol. Carol couldn't give two fucks about how Sunday looked, as long as other guys weren't staring at her. Then there would be a problem. Of course, she'd make sure Sunday was taking care of herself. Eating, washing her face, etc. "Body care is one of the most important things in life," was Carols' favorite line.

Carol would drop anything to cuddle and sleep through the afternoon with Sunday unless she was working a shift at Koffee-Coffee Palace. Sunday knew damn well they needed every last penny, so the moment Carol said "no", Sunday wouldn't pry. Because they cuddled often anyway. It was their time to give each other soft, caring kisses; and to cry about a sad scene in an anime.

It was their time.

Sunday would be a constant target for Carol's pranks. Once, she spent the whole night doing her scary makeup and perfecting her "dead face". Sunday cried that day, thinking her lover was dead, and would only forgive Carol after she bought a party size of Hot Cheetos, and slept with her while watching movies all day.

Yeah.

However, Carol's life at home wasn't great. She hid her relationship with Sunday from her parents because she knew the moment they found out she was dating a girl... she would be out on the streets.

Sunday had the same issue. But, love pulls through, right? Yup. Or, so they thought. Turns out... certain people with suits, guns, and a hate for certain types of skin..., lgtbq+ haters—, rapists- their hate for them can pull through as well.

                                                                 ~Present time~

6:40 am

Beep click

"I hate how I'm starting to wake up on the first beep from that stupid machine." Mumbled a sleepy girl. Sunday couldn't get out of bed. Not like this. She had a nightmare a couple of hours earlier, about her former lover, Carol. She had desperately woken up, her hands searching instinctively for another body, but woke up heartbroken again.

She also couldn't get up because she wasn't wearing anything other than a bra and panties. Since it was 6:40 in the morning, it was cold in her apartment. Especially without a heater. She had been behind rent for two months, so her landlord cut off the heater. They knew how cold it got here, and that's exactly why they did it.

"Ah fuck it... it's not like I have anywhere to be today. I'm going back to sleep."

Sunday was about to fall asleep once more but was interrupted by the sudden urge to pee. She sighed and cursed under her breath, wrapping her blanket around her body.

Slowly she made her way to the bathroom, and let her blanket fall off her body. Her bathroom was spacious and beautifully designed. She had made a bunch of money off her music the past year. But, of course,

her lover had been taken from her, and she lost all of the creativity Sunday once had. She hadn't made a new song in about five months.

"Well, now that that's over with... I think I'm just gonna take a shower."

Too awake to go back to sleep, Sunday stripped and stepped into the cold tub, sending shivers up her spine. "The faster I get this done... the faster I can go schedule job interviews and stupid shit." She reasoned with herself and decided that she wouldn't be able to go another day without the heater. So, a job interview for some company would have to occur sometime soon.

This "no heater" thing would drive Sunday insane. She turned on the water, putting her hand under it to make sure it was warm. Once the temperature was acceptable, Sunday pulled the handle up, turning on the shower. "Ahhhh," she said, melting into the shower.

                                                                A/N <3

Apologies that this was short. Yeah, yeah. But, you might've guessed who these suited men/women are. If you haven't guessed, they're policemen. I'm not saying every police officer is bad, but George Floyd would've probably liked to live a little longer, right? So I said: Let me see if I can make a story supporting BLM, and lgtbq+ while shipping them, and making people cry.

Will it work out? Maybe. I've looked far and wide for Sunday x Carol, and to my surprise, there is nothing on Wattpad. So I won't be surprised if nobody reads this. It's not some famous ship like Bakudeku, or Boyfriend x Girlfriend, yk? I just wanted to give it a shot. Read or don't read, nobody's forcing you. Don't be afraid to point out spelling errors/ sentences that dont make sense! It'll be really helpfull <3

Have a good day/night  my precious dolls <3!