Jean
"December 21st, 8PM Eastern Standard Time. From here on in I'll film without a script. Hopefully the result is better than my old shit." I began, turning the camera to my best friend and roommate, Victoria Paige Freefeather.
"Whatcha doing, Paige?"
"I'm trying to design a painting, Jean, now would you please put that camera down?" She replied coldly, looking up from her sketch. "You know how I feel about being filmed."
I'd just opened my mouth to reply when the phone began to ring. I panned to the answering machine and zoomed in.
"Ho ho ho." Claire's voice came from the other side of the phone. "Paige actually picked up the phone? It's a Christmas miracle!"
"Claire, it's me." I sighed in exasperation.
"Ohhhhh that makes more sense. Well throw down the keys, I'm coming up."
I walked out to the balcony and tossed Claire the keys to the flat. "Thanks!" She called, smiling.
I gave her a thumbs up and walked back to sit on the table beside Paige. "Look I know you like to think you're heartless but could you try to act happy that she's home?" I asked.
Paige looked up at me. "I am happy, Jean. I'm glad that she's back. I missed her. I'm just really bad at emotions." She heaved a heavy sigh and leaned her head against my shoulder, closing her sketchbook.
I smiled a little to myself. But the slight grin soon slid from my face. "Hey shouldn't she be up by now?"
We both shot to our feet and ran to the balcony to see if she was still below.
No where to be seen. Not a trace, although in the dim light of the broken street lamp I could barely make out small dark splatters on the pavement and the sleeve of Claire's favorite (and only) coat drifting down the road in the gentle nighttime breeze.
Paige and I exchanged a knowing glance.
A loud boom.
And the power went out all down the city block.
I sighed. "Welcome back to New York, Claire. I hope you're still alive to enjoy it."
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Fiksi Remaja(Inspiration from the musical Rent) TRIGGER WARNING December 16th, 10PM, Eastern Standard Time How did the year go by so fast? An unscripted chaotic camaraderie Shattered by tragedy Lost to the bitterness of the dying symphony -That's poetic. That...
