This is a mini-series of stories based around the characters of Carrie White and Tommy Ross from Stephen King's Carrie and the 2013 movie adaptation.

I do not own any of these characters and I am just writing these for fun!

Suggestions are always encourages!

SURPRISE

Carrie had decided to walk home from school today. It was a beautiful spring day she didn't want to waste. Her mind wondered as she paced the sidewalk, ignoring the other kids walking home, making sure not to run into anyone on a bike or a skateboard. Her hands rested on the straps of her backpack, her hair blowing behind her shoulders due to the light breeze in the air. Today was gorgeous.

Mama wouldn't be home until late tonight; she had to close the shop on Thursdays. Because of that, Carrie kept her pace slow, enjoying the breeze and beautiful blue sky. Once she hit the street her house rested on, her mind focused, trying to decide which work she would begin when she got home, or if she would ignore it all together and sneak a peek at one of the magazines she'd stolen from the school library. (She'd return it after the weekend.)

But her mind was brought fully back to the reality in front of her when a familiar blue jeep was spotted parked across from her house. Her pace slowed to a stop and eyes glanced around. For a moment she expected to see Sue or Chris snickering behind a tree. Another image of a group of lacrosse players jumping out and throwing water balloons (or tampons….) at her. The young blonde would not put it past her classmates to bring their cruel jokes to her own house.

As Carrie drew closer to her house, her breath caught in her throat. Tommy Ross was sitting outside her house with a flower twisting between his hands. A moment later, dark eyes fell on hers and a smile bloomed on his face. Carrie slowly walked up to him, already feeling a dark pink blush form across her cheeks. A curse entered her mind.

"What are you doing here?" She said, trying her best to sound stern despite the blush on her cheeks and the inability to crush the smile on her face.

"Just wanted to say hi." He said with a smile before he offered out the white carnation flower. "Hi!"

"Hi." He was adorable, and Carrie couldn't help but allow her blush to deepen as she took the flower. She brought it to her nose and inhaled. "Thank you." There was a pause, the two of them just staring at each other. "But you can't be here." Even though mama wouldn't be home for nearly two hours, Carrie's anxiety feared the woman would return home early at any minute. Seeing a boy at their house handing Carrie a flower might kill the woman. Or worse, send Carrie to her closet where she wouldn't be allowed out for a whole week!

Tommy made no motion to move, he just smiled. "Now, I must ask you something." Knots were in her stomach almost instantly. "Would you accompany me to the Caviler – right now?"

Green eyes widened, more than shocked by this request. Tommy Ross had only said a handful of words to Carrie in his life – why would he be asking her out now? It was so out of the blue, the butterflies in her stomach turned toxic. She instantly offered out the flower back to him and took a step away.

Hurt etched across his features for a moment; he made no motion to take the flower back,

"This isn't funny." Her voice was actually stern this time, laced with a layer of ice. "You're tricking me. Why else would you actually be here." Then she was glancing around, green eyes narrowed. They were searching for a head of blonde and brunette, the girls he normally hung around with. The girls that would pull such a trick on her. "I – I just thought you were better than this."

More hurt crossed his features, Carrie thought that would make him leave or admit that truth while Sue and Chris emerged from their hiding places. Instead, he took a step forward, eyes locked on hers.

"I'm not tricking you." His hands suddenly were up in defense. "I promise."

This did nothing to lesson her fear.

He could see she didn't believe him because he then said, "I am better than that, Carrie." He paused, a nervousness replacing the hurt from his face. Eyes faltered as a slight laugh passed his lips. "But I have been a real ass, haven't I?"

Carrie said nothing.

"It kind of hit me, okay? Seeing that video of you the other day." Carrie instantly tensed, her own eyes falling to the ground. "That wasn't funny. I thought it was horrible. What they did to you, how they handled it… I just …" He trailed off, and was silent for a moment before he said her name, causing their eyes to meet again. "I'm sorry."

All her fear melted away as she heard his words and looked into her eyes. Tommy Ross was here on his own, Sue and Chris were nowhere to be found waiting to laugh at her. Carrie lifted the flower back up to her nose and smiled at the tall boy before her.

"Thank you. That – that means a lot." Soon, a sigh was passing her lips because this wouldn't last. Carrie wasn't a fool. "You don't want to be seen with me, Tommy."

"Who says?"

"Didn't you see the lockers…? Carrie White eats shit." The words leave her voice weak and her voice breaks at the end. Oh how she wants nothing more than to be free of high school and the heavy despair that resides on her heart. Mama always talked about hell; the woman was unaware Carrie visited it every day and faced the Devil named Chris.

"Fuck whoever wrote that!" He blurts at a volume that startles Carrie. "I'm not going to let them decide who I can and cannot hang out with."

"They might try to kill you." This was said as a half-joke. "You don't have to do this, Tommy."

"I don't have to. I want to."

- THE END