I can't believe I haven't updated for nearly a month! I am so, so sorry. That is seriously unacceptable. I have just been so wrapped up in school and this school play and everything... Ok, I'm done making excuses. The chapter is right here. I was going to write more, but I think I'll save that for another chapter. The part that I was going to add on was going to be a whole chapter within itself, so I decided to wait. Drag it out longer. (evil laugh). Ok, here it is. Wait... disclaimer first.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. I've said it before.
I also want to dedicate this chapter to one of my friends, Jess aka Gatorchick. She just got out of the hospital b/c of jaw surgery. I know she'll enjoy this chap. Hope it helps her on the way to feeling better.
Ok, now here's the chapter.
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The door squealed as George entered the old house. The sound reminded her of the bell that constantly rang above the entrance to the Waffle House. Always welcoming, always saying goodbye.
The drive home had been just as mind-boggling as the drive to the diner. She hadn't passed the runaway teenager on any of the roads that she searched. George had driven through back roads and even a couple miles out of her direct way home to check if Scarlet had wandered off towards downtown. It was growing lighter as she had driven home, and she wanted to get Daisy up to help look for the girl.
George strode to the living room, half expecting the young Reaper to be asleep on the couch. Only the deserted guitar and duffle bag greeted her. Daisy had gone to bed, but not before replacing the post-its in their wooden home.
The blond Reaper threw her keys on the table by the door, not bothering to hang them on their custom hook. Slowly walking to the back of the house, she slipped off her shoes, leaving them scattered in the hallway. George wasn't used to worrying this much, it had wiped the energy out of her. She slumped to her room and flopped onto the bed, not bothering to change.
The sun streaming through the windows woke the dozing girl. She rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. It was blank, as always. She sat up and stumbled to the bathroom, something nagging her in the back of her mind. Something she had forgotten, something important. She continued to get ready, however, and proceeded to do so by first brushing her teeth. Mid-brush her head snapped up in recognition. She suddenly remembered what important thing she had forgotten. She spit out the remaining toothpaste in her mouth and rushed to the living room.
Skidding the on the wooden floor, George inspected the makeshift guest room. The blankets on the couch were untouched, and the pillows unmoved from where they had lay the night before. The messenger bag and shoes were still absent, as well as something even more important; Scarlet. George sighed and stalked back to her bedroom to change quickly, but before she did, she checked on her older roommate. The starlet was still sleeping, her chest rising and falling slowly. Daisy hardly ever got up before George, who was somewhat of an insomniac sometimes, and this new reaper was not helping George get over her insomnia.
George walked back to her room, to get ready for a day of Scarlet searching.
The red Mustang pulled into the familiar parking lot, into the same space it parked into only a few hours earlier. George turned off the ignition, got out of the car and walked up to the restaurant. She looked around for any familiar face as she walked in, hoping that her new roommate had shown up. Her searches were not in vain, fortunately, as she spotted a familiar brown bun in the location of the familiar eating booth of the reapers.
George rushed over to the booth, passing numerous diners who glanced up at her rushed pace. She ignored them however as she stopped at the head of the table where Scarlet sat.
The young teenager was immersed in her novel and hadn't detected George's arrival. The blond cleared her throat to gain her attention. Scarlet's head snapped up at the sound, surprise splashed across her face. However, once she saw who had wanted the attention she smiled and went back to her book.
George's eyes widened in disbelief at the young girl's ignorance. She sat down across from the girl and snatched the book out of Scarlet's hands.
"Hey!" the young girl half shouted. "I was reading that, damnit!"
"Don't you 'Hey' me. Where were you last night?" George's patience had grown thin and was about to snap.
"Woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Scarlet rolled her eyes. George slammed the book down on the table, the sound making Scarlet jump in her seat.
"Fuck, Scarlet! You had me and Daisy worried sick! Where the hell did you run off to?" George tried to control the volume of her voice, but it was getting harder to do that by the second.
"I went for a walk, Christ. I didn't think you guys had grown that attached to me."
"Scarlet, don't think I'm a complete idiot. You left because of what happened, and you never came back. I was out driving around looking for you. I thought you were unconscious, laying in a ditch somewhere." Scarlet's face fell as she heard what George had done for her and at the mentioning of what had happened the previous night.
"Well I'm not lying in a ditch am I? I'm right here safe and sound." She snatched her book off of the table and opened to a random page, not really reading what was written on the pages.
"We need to talk about it, Scarlet," George pressed.
"We don't need to talk about shit." Scarlet's response was like a sharpened blade, and it hurt George. She had gone and spent nearly the entire night looking for this teenager, and Scarlet wouldn't even explain why she had left in the first place. George opened her mouth to press the issue further, but luckily for Scarlet, Mason and Roxy walked into the diner and had sat down. Salutations where passed through the group as the two got settled, Mason sitting next to Scarlet, Roxy next to George.
Scarlet closed her book and slid it into the messenger bag which was sitting next to her. As she did this, she shot a glance to George, her eyes pleading her not to press the matter while the rest of the group was present. George seemed to have gotten the message and put all the questions to the back of her mind for the present time.
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-Pendragon-