You're Next 2 { Bluey fan fictions }

Christmas

3 years later . . .

A small house in the middle of a forest park, no city fuss and noise.Bluey is lying on a comfortable soft couch, examining the psychologist's room:Dark brown coffered ceiling made of wood, a room in green and warm brown tones with large windows.Comfortable leather armchair and a large table.Carpet on the floor And various photos on the shelves.Here her thoughts were interrupted not by a young Australian Shepherd with glasses on her face, somewhat resembling her grandmother Nana:

 — Hi Bluey.How are you doing?Quite a long time has passed since your last visit.

—. . .I have nightmares at night.

— Are you taking the pills I gave you?

— Yes, but they don't help anymore.- hearing these words, the Shepherd sighed with sadness.

— And how are your friends and family?

— We didn't talk to Lucky and Judo.

— And Mackenzie?

Bluey bit her lip and continued: —everything is difficult with us, I'm at the university late like him. We just don't have enough time for each other.And I haven't talked to my parents for a long time.

The shepherd, thinking about her words, bit the handle, and then looked out the window: —You should relax.You've been under so much stress lately, see your family, celebrate Christmas, you should feel better.

— Maybe.- said the girl collecting her things.When the girl was already standing in the aisle, the shepherd congratulated her:

— Happy New Year. 

— And you too.

///|December 24|\\\

The leaves of the trees of the morning park responded to the breath of the wind with a quiet rustle. The coolness caressed in its pleasant embrace. Dance music was playing somewhere, turning into a cacophony of drums and basses in the distance, in which it was already impossible to distinguish the words, even if there were any. Two people were walking slowly through the park, a Border Collie and a Blue Heeler. They did not hold hands, did not hug, just walked and talked leisurely, not paying any attention to others. Then the girl got a call on the phone:— Hello?

 — Honey, it's me. . . .-The caller turned out to be Chili.

— Hi Mom.-Bluey bit her lip uncertainly. 

— Bluey, can you please come home?

— Yes, of course. 

—Mac, can you give me a ride home? 

///|11:07|\\\

The car was parked near the house. The Heelers' house was surprisingly gloomy in contrast to the colorful and decorated houses of the neighbors. Bluey climbed the steps and froze near the door, thinking about how her family would react; then the door suddenly opened and Chilli was standing in the door; her mom smiled gently and hugged her tightly. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and she remembered those times when she was only seven years old and adult problems and their cruelty were alien to her. After a while, Chili pulled away from her daughter:

— I'm so glad that you came.-Chilli wiped the last of the tears from her eyes.

— Mom, why did you call me?

 Then Bingo intervened in the conversation:— You have to come with us on a family trip!

— Bingo!-Bluey hugged her sister.