Disclaimer: I own Faythe! And TGB owns Sara! Betcha didn't figure that one out, eh? Eh?
Author's Note: This is a short chapter about Faythe and Sara and Faythe's newly-found motherly concern for Sara's well-being. It's pretty cute, I think. TGB thinks it's stupid.
Chapter Six
Mother Hen Syndrome
WITH FAYTHE AND SARA
Faythe walked into the bathroom. "Sara?"
"Go away."
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Sara, I'm only asking because I care."
Sara banged on the wall of the stall. "Stop caring! I don't need you to care!"
Faythe pushed at the door of the stall. It was locked. "Let me in, Sara!"
"Leave me alone!"
"Why? Why should I?"
"Because I want you to, that's why!" Sara hit something again and the toilet paper dispenser fell off the wall. "Dammit!"
Faythe pressed against the door harder. "Sara, come out her before you hurt yourself!"
"I don't care!"
"Well, I do!"
"Well, stop."
Faythe sighed and leaned against the wall.
"You haven't left yet. Have you?"
"Nope."
"Faythe, please. Just leave me alone."
"I'm your best friend! I'm not going anywhere!"
Sara didn't respond. She pulled her feet up so she wouldn't look like she was in the stall, even though Faythe already knew what one she was in.
Faythe frowned. "Sara, even if you don't give a damn about anything, I give a damn about you. If you want me to leave you alone, well, I can't do that. I'm you best friend, and I know more about you than anyone. I can tell when there's a problem. And I'm not going away." She pulled a chair out of the corner of the room. "I'm here for the long haul. Whenever you're ready to come out, well, I'm here."
Sara tried not to smile. "I know…," she whispered as she faded out of view. With a flash of purple light, Sara was gone.
Eventually, there was a knock on the door. "Faythe? Your dinner is getting cold!"
"Okay, Jake. Sara, are you coming?"
When she didn't get a response, she shrugged. "Alright. I'm here if you need me."
She left the room.
Jake stared at her. "You can't really say that you know…"
"Shut up."