Pov y/n
When I wake up the next morning and grab my phone, I am positively surprised to see that the facetime call is still on.
But now, Scarlett is also deep asleep, the phone probably propped up against something on her table, showing the darkness in her room and the shadows of her sleeping form under the covers.
Even though I can't really see her, I could look at this forever and not get bored, just knowing she is right there on the other end of the call.
But a quick glance at my watch tells me I should end the call if I don't want to risk waking her up with my alarm. I send an air kiss her way before ending the call. It almost hurts me to do so but I really don't want to risk to wake her up. Instead, I send her a good morning message and sit up.
The apartment feels cooler than usual and I hurry to get up and put some warm socks on. I also throw a robe on and put slippers on before going into the kitchen.
When I look out the window, I am stunned, to say the least.
Big, white snowflakes fall from the sky and looking down, I see that it must have been like this for almost the whole night because the streets are covered by snow and not just a bit. There are barely people out yet but from the looks of it, the snow is at least half a meter high.
Even back home, we never had this much snow. I know it probably causes problems but it looks incredible. The street lights shine onto the snow, making it sparkle a little.
I open a window and am met with a freezing breeze and pull the robe tighter around me.
It is almost silent outside, which is extremely rare for New York.
But for one, most of the cars probably can't drive right now and second, the layers of snow swallow every other sound. It truly is magical and I feel my heart pounding in my chest at the sight and excitement warms my body.
I close the window again and turn on the heating before grabbing my phone and taking a good amount of pictures, sending Scarlett a few as well.
After that, I put my phone on the counter and start to make breakfast. While the water slowly starts to boil, I make some French toast.
My eyes dart to the window every now and then, still mesmerized by the outside beauty.
I look at the clock, 7:18 am, I still have some time left before I need to get to work.
Luckily, it's not that far and I can walk because I doubt that busses are safe right now and the subway may also have some trouble.
I eat my breakfast in peace when suddenly my phone rings and I almost jump at the unexpected noise. The number isn't familiar but I still take the call, might be something important.
"Hello?" I ask and lean back a little.
"Y/n?" A man's voice asks and I frown a little.
"Yes?" I answer but almost roll my eyes when I recognize who is speaking to me.
"I need you to take care of Rose today. Due to the snow, she has no school today but I'm not home either." He says and I raise my eyebrows a little.
Not because Rose has a day off, I honestly understand that with the amount of snow outside but because he seems to assume that I have a free day as well.
"I would love to but-"
"Good." He cuts me off and I huff a little. "We are headed your way now, we'll be there in ten minutes." And with that, the phone call ends and I look dumbfounded at my phone.
Did he just hang up on me even though I wasn't finished with answering?
What a dick.
But I don't have time for that now.
I quickly get up and get dressed, keeping an eye on the clock.
Even though it is quite early, I try to call my job. I breathe out happily when someone answers.
I quickly tell them what's going on and ask if I can get a day off. While I wait on their answer, I nibble on my lip and pace up and down the living room.
When the answer is 'no', I internally curse.
Brandon and Brooke both already called in today, they can't make it because of the snow since they live a little further away. I listen to the response I get and sigh a little but agree and hang up after saying goodbye. Looks like I'm gonna take Rose to work with me today.
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The Stranger on the Train
FanfictionY/n is on her way to New York to start a new life there. On the train she meets a blonde woman and her daughter. They start to talk and turns out, the blonde woman lives in New York. Before their ways parten, y/n gives the woman her phone number. ...
