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Watevra was worried.
Now, if anyone got anxious about anything, it was never, ever, Watevra. She was the comforter, the joker, the one who cheered people up.
Not today, though.
Wyldstyle sat hunched over her sketchbook, not partaking in any conversation at all. Watevra wasnt even sure if she was still awake; after all Benny, Sweet and Emmet didn't care. They were talking rapidly about something way too happy and bubbly for Wyldstyle's probable mental state.
"Hey, Wyldstyle," Watevra leaned over to whisper in her ear. "What are you drawing?"
She wordlessly lifted her head up and showed Watevra the page.
It was filled with mindless circles. No meaning at all, just blank circles and ovals of various sizes.
Watevra stared at her.
Yeah, something was wrong.
"If you ever feel like you need to talk, you know you can ask me, right?" She said quietly.
Wyldstyle nodded silently, and after a moment went back to her circles.
Watvra sighed.
She would find out what was wrong with her, if her name was Watevra Wa'Nabi.
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Emmet sat on his bed, barely awake. He was reading the penultimate chapter of his latest book, and he needed to know if it ended exactly the way he had theorized it to be, otherwise he would lose it.
His eyes brushed over the sentence that would tell everything-
Knock knock.
His head shot up. Someone was knocking on the door at- he checked his clock wearily- 12:26 a.m?
Emmet stood up and walked down the stairs quietly, making sure not to even touch the creaky steps.
He opened the door ever so slowly...
"Wyldstyle?!"
Wyldstyle stood outside on the porch, soaked through to the skin by the rain. Her trademark graffiti-patterned sweater was drenched, and the hood was sticking to her hair.
"Can I stay the night?" She asked quietly.
"Wh- You could have asked me first?!" He whisper-shouted at her. "Look, I- just, just come in."
She stepped tentatively over the threshold and stood, dripping wet. Emmet ushered her into the kitchen to get a towel, before they creeped up the stairs silently.
Wyldstyle still hadn't said anything apart from her first greeting.
Emmet was getting nervous.
Why was she here?
Was he blushing?
What was she DOING?!
They got to Emmet's room, and he closed the door. Wyldstyle had seated herself on the floor next to his bed, leaning back with her eyes closed. She was murmuring something to herself.
"Ok, you better explain why you're here at half 12 in the morning," Emmet said, sitting on the bed and propping his head up with his hands.
Wylstyle took a deep breath in, and began:
"The rent we pay isn't that much, but my parent's jobs paid it with enough to spare to buy food for the rest of the month. But yesterday, my dad came home and told us his company was..." her breath hitched, and her eyes widened slightly.
"It- it's shut down, and he's out of work. There's no other job opportunities anywhere around town that pay anywhere near enough for what we need to buy basic food. Mom's wage is only just enough to pay the rent."
Emmet looked at her;
she was stressed out, drenched to the skin;
Terrified.
She breathed out.
"This evening, I was sitting down to have dinner, and I overheard my parents talking about who would go without food for tonight. So I ran into the kitchen and asked if I could stay at a friend's house tonight. They said yeah, and I packed a bag..." she trailed off again.
"I was going to run away. But then I passed by your house just now and thought I could stop by."
"Without asking?"
"...Without asking. And I'm sorry for that. You can still kick me out if you want." She laughed slightly.
"No, no, it's ok, honestly."
Emmet was more than ok with it.
He was awesome with it.
He just didnt know what to... say.
Wyldstyle was there. Like, in his room.
Granted, it wasnt a good situation, but he was still thinking that it was a dream.
"-blankets? Emmet? You still here?" Wyldstyle was waving her hand in front of his face.
"Uh, yeah, I'll get the blankets," he mumbled, opening his wardrobe and seeing what there was in there. He found a large blue blanket with orange dots on it, and handed it to Wyldstyle.
She took a pillow from her rucksacks and laid down on the floor.
"Thanks, Emmet," she said quietly.
"You're welcome," he said, his voice shaky.
Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "Do you wanna sleep in my bed?"
Wyldstyle sat up and stared at him. He couldnt quite make out her expression due to the darkness, but he guessed she was shocked.
"You- you sure?" She whispered. "What if your parents..."
"Didnt I say at school? Mum's on a business trip, and Dad..." he winced automatically. Benny was the only one who still wanted to see him, but after he hit Rex...
"Yeah, Dad's not here," he said quickly, and scratched the back of his neck. "You- you don't have to, if you dont want to- "
"No, i- I'm fine with it!" She murmured, standing up and walking over. She slid under the covers and curled up stiffly.
Emmet was almost frozen.
His head was screaming.
What should he say?
Should he say anything?
WHY HAD HE ASKED THIS?!
He didnt know what to do.
So he said the one thing his brain could conjure up.
"Goodnight, Wyldstyle."
She was silent for a moment, before she mumbled, "Call me Lucy."
He smiled.
"Night, Lucy."
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Don't start thinking they're together now, through- Lucy is yet to break up with Batman! Gah, i'm getting frustrated with her at this point.
Next chapter will probably be up within the next few days! :D