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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 .23

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Nothing was normal. This wasn't entirely all that new to you though.

Nockfell had a knack for the abnormal, it seemed.

Ashley wasn't available to drive you home, considering she had fallen dead to the world in slumber after the shared dinner.

Maple, however, had been kind enough to walk you through Nockfell's desolate streets, back to Addison's Apartments.

It was a cold night, bitter and dark. A few stray puddles rippled beneath the unexpected weight of your converse as the duo tread lightly atop the uneven, cracked pavement.

You snuggled into your heavy coat, seeking out it's radiant warmth as Maple's teeth clattered, shivering in the harsh wind.

"Here," you murmured, voice cracked as you trembled. "scoot a little closer."

Maple obliged, desperate to accept your small gesture of kindness.

Both teenagers, tired and cold, hugged the other in search of warmth. Maple had slithered into your large, comfy coat per your request, huddled to extract your body heat and you did, vice versa.

Her lips, once colored in a black lip tint, upheld a now blueish hue, likely a side effect of the weather. You were sure yours had as well, seeing as Maple had obtained ice cold hands that somehow, mimicked your own.

"Damn Ashley and her ability to pass out when - fucking - ever." Maple huffed, a cloud of pale, stuffy air escaped her lips as the air around one grew dense and somber.

You subconsciously cuddled further inti the gothic girl's torso, face smushed into her loose, onyx sweater as her chin rested atop your scalp. "'S not her fault," you defended, "Just wish she would've warned us first before we got to her house.."

"I guess I'm partially to blame, then." Replied Maple, eyes lidded as she too, dreaded her voyage home. "She does this every time we hang, tuckers her right out."

On accident, you couldn't halt or apologize enough for suddenly misplacing and stepping on Maple's foot, brows knitted as she hissed in pain before accepting your worried apology.

"How far is your place, again..?" Maple asked, her usual side part falling to obscure both eyes as she occasionally blew it from her vision, only to fall once again.

"Only a little longer of a walk.." You answered, guilty having had subjected the goth to these conditions. "Sorry, Maple..."

"Don't be," Maple reassured, a small, sympathic smile on her olive complexed face. "I offered, didn't I? I don't mind."

"Still.." you argued, remorseful for your friend's too-good-a-nature attitude. "Hey, I can make it up to you!"

Maple, albeit curious as to what you had in mind, shook her head in refusal. Metallic silver hair swayed with her head's fluent movement, subtly shifting beneath the shared jacket's hoodie.

"You don't have to, really." She insisted, "I can always just stop by and ask Chug for a spare coat-"

"Maple, really, I insist." You persistently offered. "My parents are out tonight, hell, they're out every night. You can spend the night, if you want."

You quickly reiterated, awkward and urgent. "Or..ya know, if you're not comfortable, I have a spare hoodie you can have, it's no biggie."

Silence overswept the duo, dense and bitter, much like the weather it mimicked. Maple seemed to think over the suggestion, brows knitted and lips formed thin and tight. Her mind was far off, that was certain.

Hell, you hadn't been this nervous since the day you moved in. You've never had someone over before, much less for a sleepover.

It was a hasty decision, really. Last minute, but so was this walk and evidently, luck was on your side.

"It is pretty dangerous to walk home by myself..." Maple trailed, eyes lidded and averted to avoid your hopeful stare. "and I wouldn't wanna bother Chug.."

In an argument of better judgement, Maple caught your expression.

Bright, enthralled joy clouded your vision, no matter how much you tried to hide it. Your face, although surrounded by darkness, held an enthusiastic smile, all thanks to the goth who walked beside you.

Maple, again, against her better judgement, flushed at the teenagers' rapture of someone like her spending the night.

"Really?!" You grinned, cheeks dusted with a flaky, vibrant tint of blush at the opportunity of your first ever sleepover. "Holy shit-! Ok, so, I have a shit ton of games we could play, if you're up to it, of course, and-"

Maple giggled at the girl's excited rambling, nodding joyfully to each idea as she too, entertained the night's future events.

"We can make brownies." Maple added, furthering her suggestion as you showed clear curiosity front such a random but fun hobby. "Ya know, like the ones Chug and I brought you when we first met..?"

You, in turn, gasped. "Please do, they were amazing, is it a family recipe or-?"

"No, not quite.." Maple replied, "but, I've never really taught anyone before so you would be the first..."

Again, you beamed, a burst of energy coursing throughout your once tired veins as you hurried your pace, encouraging Maple to do the same. "Maple, I retract my earlier statement." You huffed, "Fuck this town, you're too good for this planet, oh my god."

Suprisely, you stumbled, taken aback after Maple had subtly nudged her hip bone into your own, laughing as she did so.

The sound was angelic, and if it wasn't for the certain addiction to blue you'd developed recently, you'd likely had fallen for the goth, had Sal not rented head space within your core yet.

"Shut up!" She exclaimed, for once, a full and wide, bright grin showcased her teeth, squeals of laughter falling from their pearly white smile. "You're almost as bad as Chug when it comes to sweets!"

This caused you to match her bubbling amusement, hips swaying to bump her own in retaliation as the duo walked the cracked, uneven pavement that lead to the decrepit complex that you fortunately enough, resided in.

Maple attempted to dodge your 'attacks', pushing the old, hickory door open as she hid behind it.

Though, you assumed this was out of courtesy, since once you had ran after her depleting form and inside the building, she closed the door and quickly sped off towards the elevator. She again, held the metal doors open, using her outstretched arm to do so.

In one part of your mind, you'd guessed this was because she'd likely not remembered what floor your residence was on but this, you knew, was a lie.

Maple was waiting for you, excited to spend the night with her friend as well.

She'd held the doors open for you, gesturing you follow as to say 'what are you waiting for?'. It left you overjoyed and enthusiastically running to stand beside her in the death trap known as the elavator.

Your earlier assessment had been correct, seeming as soon as you entered, Maple retracted her arm and hastily pressed the '3rd' floor's button.

With little resistance, for the first time you'd seen, the elavtor complied. It's doors slid to close, lifting off to voyage towards it's commanded desire of it's riders.

In the lobby's camera lens, albeit high off the ground and not the best of quality, still managed to catch your departure.

A smile, content and small rested atop your lips as the doors slowly hide such a sight. It was a shame, really.

Whoever watched that footage, even if years from now, could see the past memory of a happy, childish moment that would surely warm the heart of whoever dared to lay their vision on it's fuzzy moving pictures.

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