rosaleen channing ↠ applyfic [ongoing]

↠five

i should probably stop leaving pointless author's notes at the beginning of every chapter...

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Evan had yet to grab onto Lance or Sam. That was mostly because he refused to look scared in front of Sam. He had convinced her that he was mature enough to handle this, and he was. He was, he was. He kept telling himself that.

But a door slammed from upstairs, and he leaped a solid 10 feet into the air. He quickly brushed it off; it was just Wyatte and Lucia. But he still couldn't prevent his heart rate from spiking.

"Evan," Sam said gently, "...Are you scared?"

"No! I'm not scared! You're scared!"

Evan was not going to let his sister embarrass him. He wasn't scared!

He was terrified.

But no one needed to know that. He kept walking, and they followed him. However, Lance and Sam were both looking at him like worried parents looked at their child, and he was well aware of this.

"I'm not!"

"Oka--" Sam started, but cut herself off with a sharp gasp as her foot got caught on something and she sprawled out on the floor.

Evan coughed as the dust that Sam unsettled filled his lungs. Cursing his sinuses, he noticed what Sam had tripped on. A purse. He quickly grabbed onto it, figuring it might be useful.

Meanwhile, Lance just about fell over on top of Sam, having been walking directly behind her. Quickly regaining his balance, he reached out to help her.

Sam was just about to grab onto his hand, when she suddenly froze. When Sam fell, she had been put at just the right level to see underneath a nearby cabinet. In the darkness, she could just barely make out a shape. 

She didn't waste a second before plunging her hand into the darkness underneath the cabinet. 

"Sam, what are you--?"

Sam knew perfectly well how dirty her hand was getting, but she didn't pull her hand out until she had found what she was looking for. In her hand, with was now slightly grey from the excessive amounts of dust, was a cell phone.

The case was bright pink, and Sam winced as she recognized it.

"It's Rosaleen's..."

Sam pushed the power button, but the screen stayed black.

"It must be dead. It had been under there a little while," Sam commented, wiping the dust off the screen.

"We have to charge it!" Lance said, "There could be evidence on there."