Soulmates ❣ carmilla fanfiction

soulmates ❣ chapter four

Carmilla

Carmilla woke up due to the loud and horrid noise being emitted from her phone. She opened her eyelids as she examined her environment. Her laptop was on, and Carmilla checked the clock. 3:54 PM. She must've fallen asleep. Carmilla turned her attention to her phone, which still has not stopped ringing. Damn, what is it now? Carmilla thought to herself. She checked the caller ID: Work. Groaning, she debated to herself whether she really needed a job or not. I'm the fucking daughter of a fucking wine company! I'm fucking rich! Carmilla mentally reasoned with herself. I mean... I would be if Maman just gave me some money since she's the goddamn PRESIDENT for crying out loud! Carmilla's thoughts were so intense that she had to physically wave her arms around as if she was talking to someone.
     
      As an idiot has once said, fuck it. Shaking her head, Carmilla swiped her finger on the screen, accepting the call of duty. "Hello?" Her voice was raspy. It was evident she just woke up from her cat nap.

"Hey, it's Elsie. Do you think you could cover for me tonight? I'm calling in sick. It's pretty bad." That excuse was pathetic. Carmilla thought, rolling her eyes. Whatever. She needs the money anyway.

"Yeah, sure thing."

"Great! Thanks, Carmilla! I owe you one!"

"You know you're gonna regret saying that."

"I know... but I'm serious this time. I'm sick." Elsie gave off the most fake sounding cough a person could ever make.

"Yeah. See ya when you're better." Carm said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.

"By–" Cutting Elsie off, Carmilla hung up. God, this is the most stupidest thing ever. Carmilla groaned as she rose from her couch, getting ready for the obstacles ahead of her.
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Laura

      "Laura, this would totally look hot on you!" Betty said as she tossed a type of clothing Jesus would never approve of. But then again, the Bible doesn't approve anything.

      "Hell no. I look like a prostitute!" Laura whined. "Can't I just go in some flannels and jeans?" Betty paused her search for clothes as she turned around to stare at Laura with a blank expression, leaving Laura to just stare back. "What?" Laura asked.

      "Oh, you're serious?" Betty said with her eyebrows raising slowly at the realization. Laura just shrugged.

      "Look, I'm not saying I don't trust you or anything, but maybe you can find something....less revealing?" Laura requested with a sliver of hope.

      "Fine, fine. You're the reason I can be drunk again after last night anyways." Betty said with a roll of her eyes. This woman is unbelievable, Laura thought to herself.

      Laura hasn't gone clubbing in a while, since college is taking up most of her time. Maybe she should relax, have some fun once in a while, perhaps find someone insane in the brain enough to wanna hook up with her? Laura nearly laughed at the thought. Stupid Life is Strange references.

Who would even wanna—okay, I do admit I'm pretty good-looking, Laura thought to herself. I think I am...Self-confidence is the major key to success right? Laura mentally rolled her eyes at the quote she used. This generation is really getting to her, and it's starting to get annoying. Finally, Betty pulled a dress out that Laura found interest in. This is perfect. Looking at the clock, she read the time. 7:35. It's almost time to go.

Laura turns to Betty. "Did you call the Uber driver?" Laura asks. She admits that she does think this generation can be pretty useful. Betty replied with an "mhmm." Soon they drive off to the nightclub.