On Your Feet +Karl Jacobs x OC

TWELVE

> I'm back from the dead :P

Karl pulled away and looked at Ella's shocked expression.

"You just kissed me. Am I dreaming? Was I this tired? Karl did you just kiss me?" She asks frantically.

"Ella, are you okay? I'm sorry-" Karl begins speaking but is cut off when Ella abruptly hugs him.

"Just let me stay here for a while. Please." She says into his chest.

"Of course." Karl smiles and starts patting her head. "Are you tired?" he asks. She nods in response. "Let's get you to bed then." Still hugging, Karl leads her to her bedroom and she lets go of the boy to get under the covers. Ella falls asleep almost immediately, making Karl feel some type of way. "Gosh El you must've been working yourself too hard." He says quietly.

Exiting her room, Karl shuts off the lights and closes her door. The classical music is still heard faintly inside the house. He heads to where the music is playing and takes a look at his surroundings. 

A bag was on the ground, its contents spilling across the floor. A pile of bloody band-aids were next to it as well as several pairs of pristine pointe shoes, none sewn yet.

Karl makes his way towards the Bluetooth speaker and turns it off, silence filling the entire house. He then leaves the room, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind him. 

Looking at Ella's living room, a wave of sadness washed over Karl. The only thing that Karl could really describe the atmosphere of her house is gray. With a sigh, Karl heads over the kitchen with a goal in mind. He opened the fridge but was greeted with a whole lot of nothing. Looking at his watch, he checks the time and it shows that it's almost eight p.m. He hurriedly looks for Ella's house keys and when he finds them, he heads out the door.

The cool night air calms Karl down and he takes a deep breath. 

"Okay. Let's do this." He says before making his way to the nearest grocery store by foot.

A good 20 minutes later Karl is now looking for pancake batter in some random isle in Publix. 

"I'm seein' a whole lot of baby food and diapers but not a lot of pancake mix. I think this store is broken." Karl says jokingly to himself. He makes his way out of the baby isle looking up at the ceiling thinking of what else he need to get.
'I should probably get some fruits and some milk too.' He thinks to himself.

"Karl?" A voice says which makes Karl look behind him, towards the voice.

"Chris? Watcha doin' here?" Karl says while backtracking to meet his friend in the middle.

"Just making a quick run for diapers. Tucker's running out. What are you doing here?"

"Getting stuff to make El breakfast tomorrow." Karl says while doing a 2013 floppy hair flip.

"Ella? How is she? Is everything alright now?"

"Today's the first time I've seen her in a week. She doesn't look that great to be honest. I think she's been pushing herself too hard and I'm worried. I don't know what to do." Karl puts his head down and shakes it.

Patting Karl's head Chris thinks about what to say.

"Just be there for her. I don't know exactly what's going on but I know damn well she just needs your support." He says, dropping his hand from Karl's head.

"Thank you Chris. I really needed to hear that right now." Karl says with a smile.

"Any time. Now get goin'. You don't want to keep Ella waiting." 

Karl turns to leave, waving goodbye to Chris. 

Karl gets the pancake mix, various fruits, milk, (and maybe some monster) and pays for it all. He heads back to Ella's house and puts the various groceries away, away where it all should go.

He makes his way to the closet and takes out some blankets and a pillow and makes himself comfortable on Ella's couch, letting sleep take over.

> Poppi Speaks!

oh my-

ITS BEEN MORE THAN A YEAR LMFAO

well im kinda back lokwey. I still hate life. I still hate school. but, i'm not lonely anymore :0

stop cuz the way im writing does not match how i started writing this at all its so bad i can't write at all. soz for the bad writing :D