Through Hard Times. (Fantastic Foursome Fanfiction)

New Connections

“Chrisss!” I sang as I typed out his home phone number, he should be home. I hope. It rang three times before going silent. I pulled it back from my ear to only be met with a dead battery sign. “…Shit…” I rested my forehead on the table, taking a deep breath. I picked my face up after a couple minutes and licked a bit of whipped cream off the top of my cocoa. I looked around the café and tried to find someone who didn’t look threatening, and after some deliberation approached a girl who looked about my age, with (awesome) cherry red hair, and gently tapped her shoulder. She turned around, already smiling, but once she saw my face it instantly morphed into a frown,

“Holy shit, are you okay?” She asked, scooting over and pulling me into her booth, looking at me with complete concern filling her caramel eyes. What? Oh… the bruise.

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed uneasily, “Yeah, I’m fine… I don’t even remember how I got it...” I mumbled the last bit, but I’m guessing she heard because she gave me a sympathetic look,

“Well, I guess that’s kind of a good thing?” She said looking a bit confused and indecisive, I just shook my head,

“No… not really.” I laughed awkwardly before shaking my head, “But, um, I was wondering if I could use your phone? I don’t really have a place to stay, so I kind of need to call my friend.”

“Oh!” She reached into her big tote purse. She dug around for a bit, trying to find it, I took that time to take in her appearance. She was wearing a loose yellow blouse, it hugged her waist, but flowed easily off of her shoulders and arms; also dark blue pants and black gladiator sandals. I smiled, liking her style. She finally pulled out an iPhone, an Invader ZIM case on it, making me smile more, “Here it is!! Sneaky little devil!” She laughed. I laughed a quick thank you and dialed Chris’ home number again, it rang forever before his answering machine finally voiced in. I swore as I ended the call and then began dialing his cell, apologizing to the girl, but she just gave me a friendly smile and started drinking her coffee while reading a book that she fished out of her bag. I listened to the ring tone for a minute before the answering machine came on, the same as his home phone. I swore again but decided to leave a message.

“Chris! Dude, can you come pick me up? I’m stranded at the Starbucks by the complex, but I need somewhere to crash. I can’t go to Phil’s and I can’t go home. I’ll explain later, but please come and get me. Thanks, bye! …Oh, it’s Melanie by the way!” I added hastily before hanging up. The girl chuckled a bit and I cracked a smile holding her phone out,

“Smooth… Melanie was it?” She asked as she took it,

“Yeah. I’m really forgetful sometimes,” I said, rolling my eyes at myself,

“Well, I’m Sara,” She replied, dropping her phone and book back in her purse, “And if you need a place to stay, I have a spare room that you are more than welcome to occupy for the night if need be. Or even if you just want to hang there until your friend can pick you up?” Relief flooded me at the offer, I really didn’t want to go back home, but I was still a little hesitant to reply, I mean, I don’t even know this girl. But I nodded; she seemed nice enough, not like a serial killer,

“That would help a lot, thanks! I mean, as long as it’s no trouble.” I added hastily,

“No, no, it’s fine! My roommate actually just moved out a week ago to America. She’s an actress.” She said, I nodded and we chatted for the next hour, drinking our beverages and laughing. I mean, I just met this chick, but she seemed like my twin. We immediately clicked and soon we were in her car, heading over to her apartment, or as she called it; ‘flat.’ Once inside I liked Sara even more, the walls were painted orange (which I was sure was probably against the complex regulations.) and the living room had bright red couches. I smiled as I sat on one, bouncing a little.