A/N: Blondie: Sorry yet again for not posting in centuries. We even had this written a long time ago. I swear! We just kind of, you know, busy and lazy at the same time.

Claw: It slipped our minds. Those finals are making Blondie oblivious to the world. The thing that finally made me remember to post it was because I had Adam Pascal's "Cellophane Sun" stuck in my head. So then I was like "Oh shit! HEY BLONDIE WE NEED TO GIVE THE PEOPLE SOME CHESS-LOVEIN!"

Florence

Oh my god. Fuck. He's going to fall off the roof.

Freddie sometimes doesn't think straight when he is angry. And right now he is headed he is headed right off the roof, which he'll fall off since there is only a rail that goes to the hip. "Freddie! Watch out!" I scream, but it's too late. He walked right off the fucking roof.

Oh no, oh no. He is going to die, and it's going to be my fault. Oh my god. I killed him. I fucking killed him. I shouldn't deserve to live. I Sicken myself.

I ran down the stairs and to the elevator with as much speed as I could. I slammed down on the glowing red button around five thousand times. Will this fucking piece of shit hurry up?

Finally, what felt like years later, the door opened and I dashed in side. Now, comes the process of waiting for the crappy thing to go to the lobby. They should have an emergency fast button.

I pulled my cell from my purse, dialed Anatoly's number and as soon as he picked up, I shout, "Anatoly, where are you? Wait, don't answer! Please get outside of the building. The left side of the building. Please hurry!"

I should of realized that none of this made sense to him. "Wait, calm down Florence. Tell me what happened." he asks with concern.

I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help it. "Freddie…he..he." My attempts at sounding normal were in vain.

"WHAT! WHAT DID THAT SON OF A BITCH DO?" Anatoly roars, his Russian accent leaking through his voice. Aw, it's so cute how he gets a major accent when he's angry. Wait, focus Florence.

"No, no. that wasn't what I meant. He fell of the fucking roof. Oh god. What if he's dead? Please look for him! Left side of the building! I am freaking out. I'm stuck in this damn elevator." I blurt franticly. I hope he made sense of what I was saying.

"Okay," He says with a pant. He must have been running. "I'm already in the lobby. Left side, right?"

"Yes, exactly." I answer. Just then a miracle happened. The stupid crappy elevator door opened to reveal the lobby. Finally .

I sprint straight towards the doors, not caring about the people obstructing my path. Anatoly's deep breathing could still be heard from my phone. "Okay, I'm outside and ….OH SHIT!" he screams, then the phone went dead.

I think I would like to huddle in a corner and die there.

A/N: Wow, another cliffy thing. We'll add more humor in the next chap, since there was a lacking of it here. Hope you liked it. Reviews are our love.