To my surprise, Carla was home when I opened the door. The TV was flipped on to a channel we rarely watched; the news channel. The screen displayed a woman holding a microphone in front of 'Cozy Coffee House.' To much relief, there was not footage of a masked man carrying me away to safety. Or, now when I stared at the screen longer, no footage of him at all.
"What happened?" I asked myself, turning up the volume. At that moment I heard the toilet flush and water run. Carla opened the bathroom door to find me on the couch.
"Oh my gosh you're okay!" she sighed in relief, rushing over to me. "I thought you were caught in the fire. I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up." In Carla fashion, she jumped on to the couch smothering me in her arms. "I'm glad you're back safe and sound," she finished with a squeeze.
"Carla you're crushing me," I wheezed. She smiled and let go.
"Sorry, I forget you can't handle my awesome hugs." She paused for a second, then continued her thoughts. "How did it go despite the fire?"
"Fire? There was no fire," I explained. "There was this lady-who wasn't really a lady- she tried to kill me. Then I met this guy because Max wasn't there. But he save-"
"Pause," Carla cut off my rambling. "What do you mean there was no fire? The TV is showing footage of 'Cozy Coffee House' burning down to the ground right now." She wasn't wrong, despite how much I wanted to be right. That TV was showing footage of firetrucks racing onto the scene. The firefighters bravely fought the fire that seemed to just keep growing out of control. "Where was Max?"
"Max never showed," I began to cry. "He left me there all by myself. I thought he loved me, that's what he told me."
"I'm sorry," Carla tried to console, rubbing a hand on my back. "Did you eat?"
"No," I sniffled.
"Let me make you something for lunch."
I decided to lay down in my bed until Carla was ready. Only now I realized that I didn't have my phone or my purse. I sighed, curling up under the covers. It probably burned away in the fire, even if I looked for it there would be nothing. I swear I only closed my eyes for a few seconds. But when I finally did, that's when Carla called for lunch.
As always she did an amazing job. I don't know where she learned such skill. Every time I asked her about it, she'd always say that a friend taught her everything she knew. My fork poked at chicken and rice on my plate.
"It's not too heavy for lunch, is it?" she asked gingerly. I took a bite of the rice. Each grain exploded with the flavor of the chicken, of garlic, and of veggies.
"No, it's amazing! When is the cook book coming out?" I giggled. For the rest of the meal we ate in silence. I suppose there was not much to say between the good food and the horrible event that had transpired not hours before. "Carla, do you think we can go out later and find my phone?" I asked.
"Are you sure you're ready to do that so soon?" she questioned back. "You've just gone through a lot. How about I text some of our friends? I can go out to find it while you stay back and relax."
"That sounds like a good idea."
We left all the dirty dishes pile up in the sink. Carla promised that she'd get to them later, but we'll see. In-between Carla setting up the most casual search party I've ever seen, she watched me play some games on the Switch. From her compliments, I could tell she didn't know anything about what I was playing, but I was happy she was there.
She set up a little group to search for things lather that afternoon. She met up with everyone before the sun set, but it did get dark not much long after they left.
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The Wish on the Moon (Yandere!Tuxedo Mask x Reader)
FanfictionYou've been seeing a strange character around campus. The encounters aren't lengthy, but as time goes on they've become more frequent. Who is he?
