Heartache • Tk Twin Sister (A Fox 911 Lone Star/ Fox 911 Fanfic)

Chapter 11

"I been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair
trade to me"

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I knock on the door to Carlos's house and wait for him to open the door. I have Goldfish in one hand and raisins in the other. My long brown hair is sitting softly on my brother's old high school hoodie, and my pants are green and black checkers pjs. I am about to knock again when I hear a car's engine pull up and shut off behind me.

I turn around and see Grace sitting in her car. She reaches over to her side and unbuckles herself and then opens the door. Nobody has opened the door yet, which is a little strange, but I decide to wait to knock again when Grace gets up here. She shuts her door and starts her walk up to the house.

I make eye contact with her when she is halfway up the walkway and we both smile at each other.

"Oh, love, how are you?" Gracie reaches me and then pulls me in for a hug.

"I'll be better once I know we have seats to see Harry." She laughs and then agrees with me.

"Have you knocked already?"

"About 3 minutes ago, I was waiting for you to get up here." I reach my hand up to the door and knock 3 times once again. About 30 seconds go by and I look at my Apple watch sitting on my wrist.

"He said 5 right?"

Before Gracie can answer, the door flies open and we see a disheveled Carlos, and a few feet behind him, Tk with only pajama pants on. My face bunches up in disgust.

"Well I would say, hope we aren't interrupting, but I can see that we are."

Carlos flattens his hair down and opens the door wider. "Sorry, the time slipped out from under me. Please come in, I have everything set up already."

"Times not the only thing under you." Gracie snorts and Carlos and Tks face both turn a bright red. I laugh and set my stuff down on the bar where his and Tks computer is set up with the Ticketmaster screen already open.

Tk walks into the kitchen followed by Carlos. Grace makes her way up to sit by me. Tk looks over to everyone's items piled up on the bar and shakes his head. Grace and I both pull out our laptops and opened them. Gracie was quick to type in her password and log in, but I was not.

I stared at the lock screen, which is a picture of Mom, Dad, little Tk, and me eating snow cones. The photo was taken right after I got out of the hospital because I can see the wrist band still around my wrist. I can't remember exactly why I was in the hospital, but I've worn plenty of those bands to know what it's for. Tk has his arm wrapped around our mother's waist and is holding a blue snow cone in his other hand. While my head is resting on my dad's shoulder as he reaches for a bite of my snow cone. I can practically hear my giggles of laughter through the screen.

Hard to believe we were that happy.

I press the space button, and the background blurs out and the password bar pops up. I push my brown hair out of my face and type in my password. I open my browser and click on the bookmarked tab called Ticketmaster.

The page to join the queue pops up but the button is still unclickable.

"Should we order pizza or Chinese?"Carlos looks to all of us in question but nobody says anything.