Hey everyone, how are you all doing? Well, I came up with this idea on Saturday, and I worked till 1 a.m. on it, fell asleep, then edited it all Sunday. Things are very vague, I will admit, but that's part of the process. I just wanna thank all of you for reading this, and I would appreciate if you reviewed.
Carlos' lips were pressed together tightly as he banged against her door once again.
"Locking the door won't make me go away!" He yelled directly into the slim space between the door frame and the wooden door itself. Lately, his sister had been on edge, snapping at everyone and anyone in sight. It was very rare that Elly would even frown, netherless yell at someone.
"Come on!" He exclaimed, his tone more calm this time as his palms rested against the door tiredly.
Note to self: Don't bang on door more than twice.
"Can we at least talk?" He mumbled sadly. There was no response. He sighed in defeat, his hand digging into his pocket as he made his way downstairs. The other line picked up as a sweet voice filled his ear.
"Hello?"
"Do you mind me coming over?" He asked, waiting for an answer as he tapped his fingers against the hall table anxiously.
"No, of course not. What's up?" Worry was visible in her voice, and he drew a breath before replying.
"I'll talk to you there." He shut his phone, stuffing it into his pocket as he slammed the door behind him. The car ride was blurry, his main focus was his argument with his sister.
"Hey, I made you chocolate chip waffles," He greeted her eagerly, wiping his hands on his sweatpants. She nodded, grabbing the plate along with a fork and the bottle of maple syrup. Her head remained low as she sat at the island, beginning to pour the topping onto the waffle. Her grip on the bottle tightened, angrily dripping the syrup onto the plate. Once the plate could not fit anymore syrup, she slammed the bottle onto the countertop. Carlos' eyes widened, setting down the frying pan.
"Um, are you okay?" He assumed she had cramps, or some other girl thing he didn't know and had no interest in learning. She glanced up, her eyes narrowed.
"Oh, so you care now?" Her voice could freeze a Popsicle. He rubbed the back of his neck, a bit puzzled on her snappy response. He remained silent as she continued to rant.
"You think you know everything, as if you're better. Guess what? YOU'RE NOT." She pushed her chair back, letting the fork drop to the ground, making a loud sound, echoing off the walls as she made her way out of the kitchen, beginning to stomp up the steps.
"What is the matter with you?" He shouted as he followed after her, trailing after her. He tugged on her wrist, only to have her squirm roughly.
"Don't touch me!" She pushed him away, her force hard against his chest. He stumbled on the step before catching himself, his grip tight on the railing. No look of remorse past her face as she stared hard at him.
Her whole expression was as blank as a clean piece of paper. Her brown eyes, he noticed, were dark.
"Elly," He said in a mere whisper.
"Shut up," She ordered.
"I don't wanna talk to you."
"But you're my sister!" He exclaimed, a bit hurt by her words. She stifled a humorless laugh before making her way upstairs, shutting the door.
That had been yesterday morning. He had avoided her since, not wanting his head to be bitten off. This morning, he decided to talk it out. That's what they always did when they fought, which was rare.
The door was opened, and his arms swooped around her before she could mutter a hello. She returned the hug, blinking as she patted his back. Once they pulled away, he made his way to the living room, were Kendall and Logan sat along with Sam, watching the Patriots game. They all mumbled quick hellos, clearly focused on the game.
"CUT YOUR DAMN HAIR BRADY, YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT!" Sam shouted, as if the television could respond.
"She won't talk to me," He mumbled sadly, crossing his arms as he sunk into the couch.
"Who's not talking to you?" Kendall questioned, popping another tortilla chip into his mouth.
"Your girlfriend," He answered, a bit annoyed.
"Oh. She hasn't talked to me either," He admitted.
"Really?" That got both Sam and Logan's attention as they sat up, muting the game.
"Yeah, she only replied to my text yesterday, like once," Anna added.
"Maybe all of you should go talk to her," Logan suggested.
"Yeah, she's probably just upset or sick," Sam assumed with a shrug.
"She didn't even open the door this morning."
"Well, we can always try again." Each bobbed their heads in agreement.
"I'm driving!" Logan announced, grabbing the keys before anyone else could. Carlos remained silent as they walked out onto the porch, near the garage to his car. She held onto his hand, squeezing it lightly.
"I promise, everything's gonna be okay. It's just a little argument. You're her brother, and she loves you." She offered a smile, poking his side in attempt to make him laugh. He cracked a small smile, thanking her as his arm wrapped around her shoulder. They piled into the car, driving down the streets.
Once they arrived, Carlos slipped his key into the lock, opening up the door.
"It's chilly in here," Sam noted, adding a shiver for effect.
"That's weird," He mumbled, slipping off his jacket. "The heat has been on all day."
"Maybe she opened a window," Logan offered with a shrug.
"Do you want me to go up first?" Anna asked, resting her hand on his arm.
"I'll go, I wanna talk to her," Kendall mumbled before sprinting up the steps. He tapped on her door lightly.
"Elly? It's Kendall." There was no response. He frowned.
"Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?" He sighed as he heard nothing. "I'm coming in, okay?" He took the silence as a positive response, gripping onto the doorknob as he attempted to turn it.
"She locked it," He muttered to himself.
"Carlos, Logan," He called, motioning for them to come upstairs. They obeyed, soon next to him along with Anna and Sam.
"She locked it." Carlos groaned. "I'm gonna have to bust down the door, aren't I?" They nodded, as he frowned. Hesitantly, he pressed his palms to his jeans, wiping them. He grunted as his shoulder met the door, but he was successful as the lock burst open, the door being pushed.
"She's not here," He mumbled. He made his way inside, along with the others. Something was off right away, Carlos didn't know what, but the rush in his veins and his heartbeat increasing gave him a hint.
Her bed was made, and everything was perfect. There were pictures of Elly with her cheerleading friends spread across the vanity. The bear Kendall had won her on their second date remained on the dresser as well.
"The window's open.." Logan noted, walking over to the end of the bed, closing the window.
"Her ipod's still here." Both Anna and Sam said aloud. "She doesn't go anywhere without it.." They all glanced at each other, the worry visible in their eyes.
"Call her," Carlos shouted, gripping onto Kendall's wrist rather tightly. Grimacing, he nodded, gathering his iPhone in his hand as he pressed call. His hand began to shake as he pressed the screen to his ear.