Elevator (Completed)

21b

•twenty one (b)•

Gabriella was putting on her pyjamas when someone knocked on her door, repeatedly.

"A second!" She quickly brushed her hair to be at least presentable and rushed to her door.

"Luke?" She said. There, stood luke. And she immediately knew something was wrong the second she saw him.

Of course something was wrong. Why would luke come to her flat at 10 at night?

His hair was messy. Not cool messy or bad boy messy. Like, I-have-been-running-my-hand-through-my-hair-and-yank-it-repeatedly messy. He was still wearing the clothes he wore this morning.

And he was holding a young girl's hand and a large rucksack in his another hand.

"Thank god you're here. Can we get in?" He asked.

Gabriella looked at the girl. She looked about 8 and had the same blond hair as luke's, they had the same nose and pretty similar eyes. Just different shades of blue.

"Wha- who is she? How did you know my-"

"Look, I owe you, abby. Can we please get in?" He half-begged-half-demanded.

"Y-yeah. Alright. Fine. Get in." She opened the door wider to let them in.

luke put the rucksack on her counter and led the girl in.

"Abby, this is charlene. Charlene, this is gabriella. Abby can you just watch out for her until I get back?" He asked.

Gabriella opened her mouth.

"Perfect. I'll go now, alright? If she needs anything, you'll find it in the rucksack. Thank you hun bun, you're the best!" He said before gab even replied, tapped her head and got out of her flat.

What. The. Fuck?

She looked at the girl, Charlene.

"Who are you?"

charlene looked up at her. "Charlene." She said shyly, almost inaudible.

Perfect.