(Note: I'm sorry this took so long guys :_: my computers been having trouble lately and I ended up repeatedly losing this chapter... Looks like I figured out the problem though, so once the part is replaced it won't take me so long! Thank you for all the kind words on the first chapter!)
Amethyst grumbled as she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, shoving her unruly mane of bleached hair out if its way. It had been raining since she woke up and the temperature had been steadily dropping the past few days, and she was anxious to get to her friend's house. She had tried to call Pearl several before leaving her house, but the calls had gone straight to voice mail.
"Oh well," she thought. "She probably just worked late and had decided to sleep in. Or she was hanging out with Rose." Amethyst grinned at the thought of seeing Rose. The two had been dating since their first year of college and got along better than any couple she had met. Not that she had been witness to a lot stellar relationships, but that wasn't the point.
The short girl rounded the corner and quickened her pace as Pearl's apartment building came into view. She darted into the shelter and dried her ragged old boots on a nearby mat before heading up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Her fist rapped on the aging green door, being careful to avoid the chipping wood, and waited. A few seconds passed. Then a minute. The girl frowned and knocked harder. Nothing. Amethyst felt her frown deepen before she realized that Pearl may not even be home. Sighing slightly in annoyance that she had come all this way, she proceeded to make her way back down the stairs and walked by the parking, casting a glance over towards the tenant's cars before stopping abruptly. She felt a sickening feeling as she recognized the old beat up car that sat a few feet from her belonged to her friend. Her mind immediately went to the worst possible outcomes.
The ballerina had always been fragile. Amethyst never got specifics on what exactly ailed her, she just figured it was a blood issue or brittle bones.
'What if Pearl had gotten hurt? What if she can't move?' The ideas pounded in her ears as she nearly tripped over the steps in her hast to get up to the apartment. She reached for the small décor rock that sat next to Pearls doors and turned it over, relieved to find the spare key. She shoved the key into the lock and pushed the door open, her body tensed and expecting to fight.
To her surprise, and relief, she didn't see anything wrong. The few pieces of furniture still sat in their same spots, boxes still stacked in Pearl's organized way. She tiptoed in, eyes darting around in search of her friend. Spotting Pearls phone on the kitchen counter, she zipped over to it. It looked like Pearl hadn't even checked it yet, as there were several notifications of missed calls from when Amethyst had called her. Placing the phone back onto the counter, Amethyst made her way to the bedroom and opened the door as quietly as she could.
Relief washed over her as she saw her friend's small frame curled up in the middle of her bed, wrapped in sheet and snoring softly. She closed the door and shook her head, pissed at herself for getting so worked up. Shrugging it off, she made her way over to the small kitchen, deciding to make some breakfast for the two of. The resident's kitchen was fairly bare, the fridge only holding a carton of eggs, a package of bacon, and a few drinks. The short girl made a mental note to do a grocery run so Pearl wouldn't starve. Hey, it could even be her housewarming gift.
She went throughout the kitchen, humming to herself as she cooked. It was a half hour before she finished, silently congratulating herself on not completely burning everything (ignoring the blackened bacon the sat at the bottom of the garbage bin.) She decided to wash up before getting Pearl, that way she could set the table while her friend went through her morning routine.