Author's Note: I know it's taking me a while to update, for which I apologize. This fic will not be as long as my previous one, I have a plan and I hope you guys are still interested in this. I also have an idea for a Carmilla fanfiction, where they all have superpowers and go to a special super school, so if you like that idea then please, let me know in the comments section. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Set about 2 and a half months after the last chapter. They are now really good friends and are getting to know one another more. Laura and Carmilla are getting to know one another more, so what better way, than to start stalking each other's tumblr blog?!

HeyCarmilla is calling you

Laura quickly runs a hand through her hair, before clicking accept. Within seconds Carmilla is on her computer screen.

The brunette is wearing a black cat onesie, her hair poking out from beneath the hood. It is rather early and Laura learnt quite quickly, that Carmilla was definitely not, a morning person. Yet the brunette offered her a sleepy smile and a flick of her hand, which Laura could only assume; was Carmilla's attempt, at a wave.

Bit early for you, isn't it Carm?

Lafonpain, woke me.

Aaah, so in return, you're using their computer?!

How do you think, they managed to pull me out of bed, Cutie?

Laura laughs as Carmilla wiggles her eyebrows, flashing her signature smirk, before speaking again.

What are you doing, Cupcake? I can hear you, murdering the keyboard

I'm not murdering anything! I do however; happen to be writing a very passionate review, about the latest Doctor Who episode.

You need to get out more, Creampuff.

Says the woman, who was asleep, until 5pm, last Saturday!

It's quite the achievement, actually.

That is just an excuse, for you to be lazy

Fine. Where are you posting your stupidly, long review then? So, I know where to avoid.

I know, you secretly want to read it, no use denying it, Miss Snarky.

Miss Snarky? Really? That's the best, you can do?

Oh, I could call you several names, I just choose not to. I'm a lady.

Whatever you say, Sweetheart. Are you going to answer my question, or will I have to withhold those cookies, I promised?

Laura's eyes go wide, as she starts frantically shaking her head, causing Carmilla to let out a loud belly laugh, at the action. Laura copies the link to her blog, sending it to Carmilla. She bites her lip, taking in Carmilla's bemused expression.

Cookies-and-kittens, that's what you went with?!

Oh please, like your blog name, would be any better!

Believe me, it is Cupcake.

Wait, what?! You have a blog?!

I do.

Laura clicks eagerly on the link Carmilla sent below, watching with curiosity, as Carmilla's blog appears on her screen. She can't help but explore.

Carmilla rolled her eyes, taking in all of Laura's blog. It was everything that Carmilla expected, possibly more. From day one, Carmilla knew Laura would be nerdy, but by god, her blog was covered in things, belonging to all different fandoms.

Laura's background was covered, in pop art images of the Tardis. Carmilla quickly looked elsewhere, not wanting to blind herself, from all the bright colours. Ignoring the horrendous name, Laura's blog was actually pretty cute. Carmilla noted the little rainbow flag hovering in the corner, as a good sign.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to Laura's icon, looking closer; she saw that it was infact Laura, dressed as none other than Hermione Granger. Underneath the icon, Laura had written a little "About Me" paragraph, the whole thing just screamed Laura. Carmilla clicked the little extend button, before taking a closer look and starting to read what it said.

"Hello Gentle Bloggers, Laura Hollis here! When I'm not off on some journalistic adventure, I am most definitely blogging! Proud Member of Hufflepuff. Whovian. Part of the Clone Club...ooops, we're not supposed to mention the C word! Cookie addict! Feel free to jump in my ask box :)"

Carmilla smirked, but still clicked the follow button and then proceeded to scroll down the page. Trolling through all of the fandom blogging and the numerous amounts of over-excited reviews, that she'd written.

She must have been looking, for longer than she thought, because suddenly she heard her name, through the speakers. Looking up, she saw Laura staring back at her. A soft smile, gracing Laura's face.

...

CARM!

That's my name, don't wear it out.

Yeah, yeah. Were you just stalking, my blog?!

I don't blog 'stalk', Cutie.

You totally do!

Don't act, as though you didn't check my blog out too. I saw you!

Fiiiiiiiine, your blog was very...um...black

Well, don't you catch on fast.

No, I didn't mean. It was just...very, you.

If you didn't like it, you could have just said something.

Noooo, I did like it! I meant, that it was very you, in a good way.

Your blog was fluffy and gross.

Rude.

Just being honest, Sweetheart.

At least, my name, was better than: 'Seductress of the night'!

'Cookies and Kittens' is not better.

And would it have killed you, to put more than 'I like isolation, dark things and hot women'?!

What's wrong with that, Cutie? It gets straight to the point. Even if I don't.

Laura can't help but blush, when Carmilla throws her a wink. Brushing her off, as she tries to look unimpressed.

You are unbelievable!

Why, thank you.

Eugh. That's not what I meant! Also, what is with the Zelda drawing icon?

Can't a girl, keep some of her secrets.

Laura shrugged, maybe Carmilla was secretly an amazing artist, she wouldn't be surprised.

They kept casually talking for another few minutes, before Carmilla signed off, promising to meet her later with cookies.

So with this new information at hand, Laura decided to troll through Carmilla's blog once more. It was very structured, unlike Laura's -which was jumbled, with countless Doctor Who reblogs.

Carmilla's was quite dark and it featured a lot of old philosophical quotes and the odd bit of music, from angry rock bands or The Smiths. What did surprise Laura was that, amongst the angst and black and white reblogging, she would find random Zelda posts and mentions of playing the game. Not something you'd expect from the broody girl.

'You actually, bought me a cookie!'

Laura squealed, wrapping one arm around the brunette and pulling her in for a warm hug. Her other hand occupied, with holding onto Danny's lead. The German Shepherd, staying close beside Laura's form and eyeing the other brunette cautiously.

Carmilla pulled back first, moving her hand to briefly pet Danny, before handing Laura, a rather big, double chocolate chip cookie. Smirking, when Laura started happily munching on the treat, a huge grin taking over her face.

Laura was halfway through a mouthful, when she noticed Carmilla just stood, staring at her. She quickly swallowed, before speaking.

'Wow, I am a terrible friend. Did you want, a bite?'

Carmilla smiled, edging closer to Laura, as she plucked the cookie from her grasp. She smirked at Laura's gobsmacked expression, before taking a large bite and handing Laura the remains of her cookie. The most adorable pout came next, and Carmilla wanted nothing more, than to kiss it away. She didn't.

Instead, she wrapped an arm around Laura's shoulder, ignoring the dull pain there and pulled the girl closer. She couldn't help but smile, when Laura snuggled into her side closer. It was a somewhat awkward angle, due to Danny's presence but they both enjoyed it, none the less.

They hugged for a few minutes, before Carmilla pulled back. A serious expression on her face. Laura's face flooded with concern, before she breathed a sigh of relief, when Carmilla started to speak. A genuine smile playing on her lips, emotion written across her face.

'I'm really glad, we're friends, Laura.'

Her voice was thick with emotion, taking the smaller girl by surprise. She rarely saw this side, of Carmilla. This softer, sweeter side. The brunette didn't really like to show it. Laura figured; that it was something about, wanting to keep up, this sexy, seductive facade.

Ever since the treehouse incident, Carmilla had been different. She was softer with Laura, friendlier. She still flirted and frequently made Laura blush, but it was as though, she had let one of her walls down and it was something that Laura was incredibly happy about.

Over the past 2 and half months, they had been getting to know one another and they had quickly formed a beautiful friendship. Lafontaine often joked about them, being like a married couple. Laura could often see, how they might think that. The pair had gotten awfully close, there had been lots of cuddling and teasing. A lot of little arguments and personality clashes, but none like the one, outside the shelter.

They kept getting closer and closer, which Laura didn't totally hate. She could now say, that Carmilla was a close friend, maybe even her best friend, (besides Perry, of course).

She quickly realised that she hadn't responded, taking in Carmilla's nervous stare.

'Sorry. I'm glad too. Especially, if it means I get free cookies.'

Carmilla chuckled lightly, bumping her shoulder with Laura's, before speaking again.

'Free cookies, all I'm good for then, Cupcake?'

'Amongst a few things...'

'Care to elaborate?'

'Nope. I think, I'll keep some of my secrets'

With that, Laura turned and began walking away. Danny hot on her heels, leaving Carmilla to watch her fleeting form. She didn't know, if she was shocked or impressed, maybe a bit of both. She swears, that Laura added an extra swoosh to her hips, just for her. She really was, full of surprises!

1:30am

Carmilla was about to log off, since she was using Lafontaine's computer and they were complaining, about lack of sleep. Carmilla knew, they were just being grumpy because they hadn't seen Perry yet, but she complied.

Or, she was about to, when she saw a little 1, in her inbox. Sighing, she clicked on it. Surprised to see, that she had a new message from Laura.

Cookies-and-kittens asked you:

Hey! Seen as though, neither of us are asleep, I was thinking that we could play a game, twenty questions?

And so the tumblr messaging began, Carmilla couldn't resist staying online longer, to converse with Laura. Only signing off, when she found numerous pillows lobbed at her head and they threatened to wake her up, at 7am! That was something, she could not risk.

...

It was only when she retreated back to her own wooden escape, did she realise, that Laura had sent her a good night text. She fell to sleep, smiling. Her thoughts consumed with images of the nerdy little brunette.

She was falling desperately and she didn't mind it, at all.