The Dark Hunters

Chapter 26

Odeya POV

With my backpack in hand, I stand on the steps of Carly's house. In the pink dress, I look just like her. My mother, I mean.

I take a confident step forward, and knock on the door.

I wait a couple of moments, and the door swings open.

There stands Carly. Her thick brown hair thrown into a messy bun atop her her head. She wears a neon pink tank top, with denim jeans. A purple shawl hangs loosely around her shoulders.

"Mrs. Foster?" She says, thinking I'm my mother. "Can I help you?" Her eyes sparkle.

I hesitate, then say, "Carls, it's me. Odeya. I'm back."

Carly inspects my face, and almost automatically her face lights up, and a huge smile forms on her lips. "Odeya!" She yells, and tackles me with a hug.
    "Shhh." I shush her, looking around to make sure nobody heard her. "People are looking for me, can I come in?"

Carly nods vigorously, and pulls me inside.

Her house is so cozy. Cozy and small. Each room is painted a totally different color, and miniatures cover the walls and tables. Scenes from kitchens, bedrooms, living rooms....Everything! Fairy gardens and terrariums hang and sit with the miniatures, some acting as gardens for the little miniature people. Pictures also hang on the walls. Of family, friends, childhood. The furniture the same color as the rooms they are in.

I let out a laugh. She's as creative as she was back when we were kids.

She smiles and leads me to the dark red living room.
    "Tell me everything." She gets right to the point. And I do. I tell her everything. Just like I did with my parents.

Even though it was pretty early in the morning when we started talking, it's evening now and we've finally finished talking.

I realize how hungry I am. I tell Carly, and she rushes to the kitchen, gesturing for me to follow her.

I follow her into the many shades of green kitchen, and I sit down at the small counter.

Sorry." She apologizes, "I wasn't expecting company, so all we have is leftovers." She gives me an apologetic smile. But I just laugh. "It's perfectly fine!" I say brushing it off as she heated up some leftover chicken and macaroni and cheese.

After we finish eating, we make our way back to the deep, red, velvet, couch.

"So, the marriage." Carly starts. "This is your last night of being a single, independent woman. Why don't we make the most of it? Let's do something." I smile as she turns on the tv.

"I have some rated R movies we could watch." Carly says slyly as she holds up a bunch of rated R movies. "Or." She continues, "We could watch a super duper sad movie and bawl our eyes out." She smiles.

I laugh. "What about we watch one of each. I mean, we got time, but I still need a fair amount of rest before the wedding, and the running after."

"Ok." Carly says and starts digging for a sad movie.

I watch her dig for a few minutes, then say, "Carly? I think I'm going to get comfortable. Mind showing me the way to the bathroom so I can change into my pjs?"

She laughs. "Second door on the left. The purple room."

I laugh again, it's so hard to be upset around a bouncy ball like Carly.

I grab my backpack I left by the door, and head to the bathroom. She's right about the purple. Everything in the bathroom is different shades of purple, except for the toilet. But the toilet lid as a fuzzy, pale, purple cover.