We Meet Again

Frickin Carrie

Many things are running through my mind. Plans. Plans on how to be with Adam.

I was pacing inside my room.

???: "Sweetheart! Dinners ready!"

Carrie: "I'm coming!"

I hear my little sister giggling. I smile. But I have Adam's laugh and smiles in my brain.

As I was going into the kitchen, the best idea came into mind. And I KNOW how to do this.

I smile mischievously and walk into the kitchen. Having my plan laid out in front of me.

*End of Carrie's POV*

~~Time skip~~

*Y/n's POV*

Y/n: "See ya guys tomorrow!"

We wave at Jaiden and James. Tim already left. He wanted to work on his next video. As I closed the door, someone's arms wrapped around my waist.

I sigh and hold Adam's arms.

Adam: "Y/n?"

Y/n: "Yes?"

Adam: "I couldn't help but feel something is...off."

I looked up at him a perplexed look.

Y/n: "What do you mean?"

He sighs and let's me go. He starts rubbing the back of his neck, in embarrassment.

Adam: "It's just...when we were playing and laughing. I couldn't help but...feel like...someone was watching us."

I shivered.

Y/n: "Y-You felt that too?"

Adam looked at me shocked. He saw all the color in my face was drained.

I gulped.

Y/n: "I-I know exactly what you're talking about."

I rubbed my arm with my hand. I was nervous.

Y/n: "I...I saw...someone. In the window."

I couldn't help but mumble

Y/n: "Carrie."

I was scared. I gulped and I was shaking.

Adam: "Hey. Y/n. It's ok. I'm here. I'm here."

He was hugging me. I had my hands on his chest, holding onto his shirt. Shaking. With fear.

Adam: "She should've never done that to you."

I was crying. Crying and remembering the scars she leaves on me.

~Flashback~

I was happy. In Arizona. I was talking to my best friend.

Y/n: "CARRIE!"

She smiled at me and said

Carrie: "Y/N!"

We laughed at each other.

Y/n: "How is it over there?"

She smiled and sighed.

Carrie: "It's nice and warm here. I love it in California."

I scrunched my face at her.

Y/n: "WHATEVER!

She laughed at me.

???: "Hey babe."

I hear a familiar deep voice.

Y/n: "Carrie, who's that?"