The Apocalypse Brides Promise

Chapter 13

My alarm naturally went off at 7 a.m., so I reached over and turned it off. I went to hug 12 sleepily, but all I felt was a piece of paper. Am I still dreaming? I open my eyes to see that 12 wasn't there, but instead a piece of paper.

I blink open my eyes and put on my glasses to see what it was about. I sat up and read the note. I sigh and place it back down, squeezing the bridge of my nose. "God-fucking-damnit, 12. Why won't you just wait for me?" I mumbled to myself, getting out of bed and stretching. Why must she make me worry about her?

I walk over to my dresser and pull out some blue jeans and a nice, blue flannel. I checked my phone to see if 12 texted me. Nope, nothing. I hope she's okay...

I went into the kitchen to find something to eat. I know I have a few kinds of cereal, I can eat some of that. I open my pantry doors and immediately see Raisin Bran, so I grab it and take out some milk and a bowl. Once everything is all prepared and put away, I sit on my couch and turn on YouTube TV, clicking on some lo-fi hip hop to listen to as I sketch. I take out my sketchbook and think of what to draw as I eat my breakfast.

I'm not exactly like 12 when it comes to drawing. Well, I'm pretty much nothing like her, which is why we get along so well. She's able to draw and jot things down without a problem, while I struggle with even thinking of something. Honestly, I envy her. But I never let that get in the way of our relationship. All I draw are flowers and zombies, but I'm going to try and draw 12. I miss her, so I'll make a few tiny sketches of her. That's usually what I do when I miss someone.

I spent 3 hours doodling 12 and myself, as well as a few zombies. Heck, I basically made an entire comic in my sketchbook. Just as I was finishing up drawing 12 and I in her plane, I can hear the plane landing outside. Pretty silly coincidence if you ask me. I get really excited and look out the window to see that it's her. I check the time, it's only 10. "I thought she wasn't supposed to get here until 1-" I say to myself. But as long as she made it back, that's all I care about. I rush over to the door, sprinting down the stairs, tripping multiple times. 

I swing open the door and run out to the plane, 12 hadn't even gotten out yet. I put my face up to the window where she was sitting, putting my face and hands up to it. Of course, this really spooked out 12. She jumped in her seat and pulled a gun out. I wasn't even surprised she'd do that.

12 lowered the gun, seeing it was just me, and put her hand on her heart. "Jesus 13- I thought you were a zombie-"

I pulled my face away from the glass, impatient for her to get out of the plane. "12 get out here. Now." I demanded quickly. She gulped and slowly stepped out. Usually, you'd never see her act this way. But I'm a different story. As soon as her feet touched the ground, I pulled her into a tight hug.

"Are you ok?? Are you hurt??" I asked worriedly, looking at her, and cupping her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine-" She said. Once she told me, my smile turned into a frown and my eyebrows furrowed. My hand lifted from her cheek up to her ear. I pulled her by it and into my shop. "Good, because once I'm done with you, you won't be!" I said angrily as she repeatedly said 'ow'.

When we got into my shop, I let go of her ear and she put her hand on it in discomfort. "What were you thinking, going out like that on your own?! I told you to stay with me, I told you that I wanted to go with you! You should've waited for me, or woken me up, I don't care how peaceful I look when I'm asleep, I didn't want you going alone!" I said in a moderately loud voice. 12 stayed quiet and respectfully, yet scared, listened. God, I love her even when I'm mad at her. 

"And that note was really cute, but... I could've lost you..." I said in a quieter tone, hugging her once again and burying my face in her chest. She ran her fingers through my hair, calming me down. She would never argue with me about things like this. Which is kind of a mental slap in the face because I always feel bad for yelling afterward. 

"I know I should've waited, I know. And I'm sorry. I just couldn't risk you coming with and something happening to you" She spoke in the sweetest, softest voice. She's such a forgivable person, almost like a cute little puppy. She's a bulldog/pitbull on the outside and a little pup on the inside.

I giggle softly, a little in frustration. "Why do you have to make it so hard for me to be mad at you?" I asked in a much calmer tone, placing a hand on her cheek and kissing her softly for a brief moment.

"So, why did you come back so early?" I asked, to which 12 smiled. I got a little excited because sometimes I can actually tell what she's thinking and I usually can't. "Ooo I know that smile! What'd you do? Did you find something?" I asked excitedly

12 had a smirk on her face. "Well, more like some people" She said confidently. I heard myself gasp then whisper, "Do you think they heard me..?" I asked a bit embarrassed. 12 laughed a bit. "Don't worry, love. I already warned them that you'd be mad at me. Which is totally reasonable" 

I put my face in my hands in embarrassment. "Well isn't that a great first impression..." I mumbled.

12 took my hands away from my face and held them. "Don't worry, 13," She said reassuringly. "I told them all about you, they know you're the sweet, amazing, and loving person I know"

I smiled, looking at 12 and kissed her once more. "Well, what am I waiting for? Let me meet them!" I exclaimed happily.