Therapy Session // zyle (zoe +kyle) fanfic ahs

Chapter 10.

short chapter for ya! enjoy.

"You what?" I practically yell.

This can't be happening. After all that we've been through. This Coven is my family, my life.

"I know it's hard to believe, Zo," she says with a crack in her voice. "Trust me, I've thought long and hard about this decision."

"But, why?"

"This coven costs a lot of money, and it's hard to manage it. My mother had enough money to make this last for so long, and we're coming to the time where I just can't support it anymore. Or anyone at the coven."

"We can make it work," I lean on her. "We always do."

"There's just no possible way. I don't make enough money to support it. Plus, add up all the fees for food, electricity, and everything else. There's so many witches here that deserve a better coven that is actually financially stable."

"Cordelia, please be positive about this. Me and Queenie can get part time jobs. We can sell useless crap we don't need. We can eat one less meal. We can shower one less day of the week. We can -"

"I don't know about this," she says.

"Just, don't sell it yet. Give me time to think it over. My aunt is an accountant, I can ask her."

"I've talked to accountants and people of those kind. The best thing right now is to sell it, UNTIL we raise enough money to buy it back."

"We can't," I say. "If we sell it and someone buys it, we can't get it back."

"Then we'll move somewhere else."

"What? No! This is our city! New Orleans! This is where it all went down. This is where I fought zombies, this is where I met you guys."

"I love you," Cordelia says with a final hug. "I'll let you know later."

...

My unicorn onesie is warm against my skin. Adult onesies are probably the greatest invention ever.

I open my laptop and type in Kyle's Skype name and wait for him to answer.

"Zoeeee!" he squeels.

"Kyyyyle!" I imitate him. "You look so cute in your Christmas sweater."

"You look absolutely adorable in your onesie, my little unicorn," he says and pretends to squeeze my cheeks.

"Awh, stop it you."

"Guess what? I'm coming down to New Orleans this weekend. Can I come over?" he asks eagerly.

"I'll check in with Cordelia, but she'll say yes for sure. If not, come anyways. Who gives a damn," I smile.

He stares at me with his deep brown eyes, sending butterflies throughout my body.

"How did I ever get so lucky," he says.

"Stop, you're making me blush," I say and use a pillow to cover my face.

"No, I want to see your cute wittle face!" he laughs.

We spend the next hour talking over about how much we love eachother and our future.

"I'm going to go to bed," I yawn. "Maria's gonna sleep soon."

"Alright, beautiful," he says. "Talk to you tomorrow morning."

"First thing tomorrow, okay?"

"You will be the first person I text, right when my eyes open in the morning," he affirms.

We end the call and I collapse in my bed, smiling so hard until I fall asleep to the thought of my boyfriend.