Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Cherri Cola x Reader - Shed in the Desert

Word count: 1 518

A/N: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON ON EARTH! I met this very special girl only because of this blog, and I wish I could have come up with something better than this story, or something longer or more indulging or whatever, but to be honest: I don't think anything I could come up with would be good enough for you from where I am standing. Thank you for being my friend. May this year be the best yet. (I miss you)

The sun was burning down mercilessly on you. But then again, when wasn't it? Ever since the world had been taken over by the white monster that called itself Better Living Industries the sun always burnt down from the sky, poisoning everything with dangerous radiation. Always, unless a very dangerous sand storm was causing havoc in the desert. And one of these was on its way while you climbed up the last hill separating you from your destination. Soon the old gas station came into view, and concerned you turned around, finding that the sand storm was getting closer quickly. Pulling the straps of your backpack tighter, you started stumbling down the hill, running as good as possible in the debris of former buildings, and the slippery sand, chased by the deep rumbling of the storm in your back.

As you came closer to the gas station, you recognized trash, old plastic bags, truck wheels, and wooden pallets leaning against the sides of the walls, and you could not help but grin as well as shake your head at the same time. He had promised he would clear away that stuff, and yet-

Breathing heavily, you more fell than walked through the door to the old building, your eyes being met with darkness, making you temporarily blind after the bright light outside. Slowly small dots of red and green lights started to form in your vision; the lights of a control desk. Then a familiar voice spoke up.

"Was wondering if you'd still make it."

You blinked into the dark, finally shapes started to appear. Thin rays of dimmed light flitted into the room through wooden planks that had been nailed against the windows from the outside to protect the precious glass from the upcoming storm.

"I've always made it before. Why shouldn't I this time," you replied, throwing the backpack somewhere to your left where you knew an old, worn out couch was standing.

"There's a Drac patrol on the loose out there. I was worried."

There was reproach in his voice, and you knew he was upset, thinking you might not know he cared. Now that your eyes had adjusted to the little light, you even were able to spot him, leaning against one of the tables on which his DJing equipment was set up on.

"You know me, Cherri," you laughed quietly, walking over to him, as the wind started howling around the house, "I'm careful."

"Exactly, I know you. And you're not always as careful as you want people to believe," he claimed, and took a few steps towards you.

He was taller than you, always had been, and while it sometimes bothered you, because he liked to take the role of the "wise old man", as you called it, it also had something comforting. Cherri Cola wrapped you in his arms, and you buried your nose in his torn shirt.

"Missed you," he laughed lightly, making you pull away.

"I've been away for literally two days," you rolled your eyes, and turned away from him so he would not see your smile.

"Did you get it?"

Curiously Cherri walked past you to the couch to take a look at your bag, but you were quicker.

"Hey, hands of," you laughed as you pulled the rucksack against your chest, "Let me surprise you!"

"Uhm, okay," Cherri shrugged, "Now I'm curious."