The shrill ringing of the phone pulled me from my slumber. I glanced at Anna, who was tightly gripping onto me in her sleep. I decided not to even attempt getting up and instead reached over to the phone, almost falling from the bed. I lifted it to my ear, the ringing coming to a halt.
"Hello, Anna's residence." I said.
"Hello, I'm the lieutenant for the Arendalle local police station, my name's Astrid. I was contacted about a car accident?" She questioned.
"Oh, oh yeah. Um, I'm Elsa. Me and my, er, Anna were headed out to eat when we hit a girl. She seemed unconscious, but when she opened her eyes she made a run for it. She dropped her purse and her I.D. said Kida White." I finished.
"Yes, I heard the story. I was wondering though, if you and Anna would want to come to the station to pick up your car and maybe answer a few questions. See, Kida has been on the run for the past few years, and she's been switching names. We're unsure of what her real name is at the moment, but the distinguishing tattoo under her eye allows us to have a vague hold on her whereabouts. The police who was at the scene told me your description of her and I knew immediately who we were dealing with. This girl has been involved in almost every big gang we can find in the area, and she's been seen robbing places, tagging, and committed vandalism of other sorts. We've never been able to catch her before, the minute we get a hold on her, she slips away like sand. Any who, we'd love for you to come down soon, it doesn't have to be today, but when you do just call us if you need a ride." She said.
"Alright, I'll go tell Anna then. I'll talk to you soon." I heard her hang up and I set the phone down. Anna had her head on my shoulder and one arm around my neck, the other, my waist. Her hair was messy and tangled, somewhat resembling a lions mane. I could hear her snoring lightly, the noise causing me to grin. I knew I had to wake her, but I didn't want to.
"Anna, dear, it's ten thirty. Wake up." I whispered. She groaned and removed her arm that was attached to my neck. She stretched and looked at me lazily.
"Yo." She said. I snickered and tried to push her unruly hair out of her face. She giggled when it fell back to the same place. I huffed and rested my hand on Anna's cheek. I wasn't sure if my hand was cold or not but, against it, Anna's face felt rather warm.
"Are you feeling alright?" I asked in concern. Anna nodded and shut her eyes, pushing the side of her face into my palm.
"Anna?" I asked again, this time sitting up. I pulled my hand away from her face and looked down at her.
"Anna, are you okay?" I asked once more. She grimaced and sat up, her nose upturned.
"I don't feel so great..." She mumbled. Her hand covered her mouth and her eyes widened. I jumped off the bed to allow Anna to get off. The minute she reached the door, she took off down the hallway. I could hear her coughing violently and most likely vomiting. I sighed and let my head drop to my hands. Nothing goes right. Slowly pulling the blanket off of me, I stood up to go check on Anna. I stood at the bathroom door, which was left open. Anna was hunched over the toilet, a disgusted look on her face.
"Anna?" I said. She lifted her head and gave me a weak smile.
"Hi." She said sarcastically. I gave her a half hearted smile and shook my head.
"Seriously, nothing goes right." She mumbled. I sighed and walked over to her. Sitting on the floor, I saw Anna sit back as well.
"This is bullshit." She growled.
"It's just, bad luck. It'll pass. You'll be fine. Besides, don't you feel better after puking?" I asked. Anna rolled her eyes and stood up. She flushed the toilet and stood in front of the mirror, sighing. I got up to go stand by her. I didn't want to bring up the phone call, but It'd be best to get it out of the way.
"Well, um, the police station called and..." Anna let out a loud groan and her head fell to her hands. I moved behind her and wrapped her in a hug.
"It can wait though." I said, resting my head on her shoulder. She leaned her head back and kissed me on the cheek. I hummed and pulled away from Anna. before she could complain, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room.
"Elsa, what.." I dragged her to the couch and sat her down. She stared up at me with curious eyes.
"Your sick, so, I'll make you something sick people eat. You need to sleep." I said to her.
"What are you making?" She asked.
"It's a surprise." I said back
"I'd bet my life it's soup." She whispered, almost coyly.
"Shut up. Or you'll end up with calimari." I replied. Anna let out a chuckle and lifted her legs onto the couch. As I walked I to the kitchen I heard the T.V. click on. Anna began watching the latest episode of The Walking Dead as I grabbed a can of soup. The only soup Anna actually had was chicken noodle. Well, that works, but what a cliché. I opened he can and set it on the stove before running into the other room to grab a pot. I came back and set it down, turning the burner on and pouring the soup in. It didn't take long to cook, and soon I was pouring it into a bowl for Anna. I left the pot in the sink and grabbed a spoon for her. Walking into the other room, I saw Anna staring at me.
"Soup?" I offered weakly.
"I knew it." She said smugly. I rolled my eyes and gave her the bowl. She picked up the spoon and ate it slowly.
"Did you want something to drink?" I asked. She shook her head and set the half empty bowl on the table.
"So what was the call about?" Anna asked me. I swallowed and looked away.
"They um, wanted us to go down and answer some questions at the station. They didn't sound like they were going to press charges and they have our car to give back. But since your sick I won't bring you today, they said whenever we're ready." I saw Anna wrinkle her eyebrows. Her bottom lip trembled slightly but she bit it.
"I don't understand why this happened to us. Do you think it's God, punishing us for not being straight?" She asked.
"Or is it me? Is it my fault? I mean, I was driving and hit a person, you were driving to get me flowers, to make up for the argument I started, then when we we're gonna get our car back, I get sick." She sniffed and hugged the blanket covering her chest. I sat down closer to Anna and pulled her into a hug, her head tucking under my chin.
"It's just bad luck. That's all. Well be fine soon. All of this will be sorted out and we'll go on with our lives." I cooed. Anna sighed and curled herself up in my lap, a position I was all to familiar with. I ran my hand over her hair in attempts to stop her.
"It's alright, don't cry. Don't cry. Don't...cry." It the end, it was more like I was telling myself, as I felt the bitter drops fall down my face. Anna was looking up at me, her eyes wet with un shed tears. I bit my trembling lip and sniffed, trying to stop myself from crying. I felt Anna's arms wrap tightly around me, pulling me under her chin, our positions switching. I felt her rub circles on my back in attempt to sooth me, as I was doing to her, just moments ago. I sighed and sat there, my legs stretched out on Anna's, her arms still holding me close to her.
"It's alright. You said it yourself. We'll make it." She said. She gently set her lips behind my ear and trailed kisses to the back of my neck. I sighed and held onto her hands in front of me.
"I love you." She whispered in my ear.
"I love you too." I replied. I felt Anna hold onto me tighter. She was my life line, I was her anchor. And we always seemed to save each other in every way imaginable.