Hey guys. I am so so so so so so so sorry for posting this a week late. But thank you to all of the wonderful reader and reviewers. I couldn't do it without you guys.

So thanks to Musical Skater, Lenny Sill, tayahhutchins, carriexlenny5eve, Vanellope Von Schweetz101, and fanficlover2266 for reviewing.

Musical Skater: *internet hug*

Lenny Sill: I will and I know. I didn't want to make you guys wait so long for this. Yay!

tayahhutchins: Because I can be *insert weird evil laughter* *backs away slowly*

carriexlennyx5eve: Thanks and will do.

Vannellope VonSchweetz: haven't heard from you in a while. Well I had to. If I was there I probably would've laughed. Not sure and you'll find out later.

fanficlover2266: OKAY!

Disclaimer: I don't own them, Just the story and two blogs.

Last time:

I just thought of something.

Since grandma died does that mean what I think it means?

I can finally go back home?

I should be able to, right?

She was the only reason we came here. Now that she's gone we should be able to leave.

I wonder how much my friends have changed. Sure I see them over video chat, but I don't know if they changed. The don't look like their appearances changed, they just look older.

And it has been three years since I've seen them face-to-face. I am getting a little sick of the face-to-computer-to-face.

I stayed in bed for a few more hours before I finally started to get hungry and the nausea finally faded from earlier this morning. Not completely but it's better than earlier.

Slowly I got up and walked zombie-like over to my vertical mirror. My eyes are red and puffy. Dried tear marks stain my pale skin. Rain tap tap taps at my window, wanting to get in.

Walking to my bathroom door I open it and walk in. Splashing water on my face, I tried to get rid of the meaning of the tears.

Scrubbing my face with my sleeve, I leave my room and start on my way down the stairs. Some creak and crack under my weight announcing my arrival to those down below.

Groggily, I reach for the fridge handle and put it open. Grabbing some random container, I pull off the top and see it's pizza with chicken finger pieces. (1)

I pull out a chair and sit down. Practically shoving the food into my mouth, I scarf it down quickly.

Realizing I left my phone in my room, I got up and walked up the creaky stairs. After I reopen my bedroom door painted white, I walk in, grab my blue phone, and semi-lay on the bed.

Finally I notice how quiet it really is. No sound of me and my sister laughing. No sound of grandma making food. No smell wafting up. No tweeting of the birds.

Which is weird. There is always some sort of noise in this house. While I'm thinking of it, no one was downstairs. Right?

How didn't I notice that before. When I was down there no noise to ease my headache from it's slumbers.

Great, now I have a headache from this. But who am I to blame for that?

Glancing at the media device in my hand, I click a button and see a notification for 2 new messages.

Both from Lens.

The first one read:

Sorry about your grandma Care. Hope you feel better. ~Lens and the twins

And the second one:

So how are ya holding up Care-y bear-y.

I giggle at the name. It was something he used to call me when we were like 7 or something.

Everything was so simple back then. Now everyone you know dies eventually and you never know who's next.

Typing my phone keys I say: I'm doing fine. I don't know where everyone went. It's so quiet in here it's creeping me out. Lenny-wenny.

Pressing send, I laughed about saying what I used to call him.

...

On the other side of the phone... (Lenny's P.O.V.)

Getting a message I open it and blush. She hasn't called me 'Lenny-wenny' for years. And when she did, it was adorable.

I sat at the kitchen table, blushing like an idiot for who knows how long, until my mom walked in.

"Lenny, honey. Do you know your blushing? Wait... Is it Carrie? Did she call you 'Lenny-wenny' again?"

"N-no. And what do you mean by again?" I asked startled that she asked that.

"Oh, sweetie, you used to tell us all about her and your crush on her when you guys were little, and I guess you don't remember it." she stated calmly.

My face heated up again.

"Are you sure?" I asked, a bit worried about what else I told them.

"Yes." she paused, turning her back to me to was the dishes. A snicker escaped her. "Lenny-wenny."

"Mom!"

Back to Carrie now (Transition)

I got a message back not to long later.

Dude my mom just called me that.

I typed back, What? 'Lenny-wenny'?

Yes that.

I literally fell off my bed when I read that.

Lens, I just fell off my bed and now I'm laughing on the floor.

He replied, Wow aren't you nice. She said that I used to talk about you all the time. Do you remember that?

I blushed slightly. Yes I do remember that.

I blushed darker when I remembered when we had our fake marriage. Still on the floor, legs tangled in blankets, laying on my side, and blushing just over one thing.

Well what did I say?

I typed, uneasy of what he would say. We um had a fake uh marriage when we were uh about 5 or 6.

What?

Lens, sorry I didn't tell you before

I'm not made Care. It's just that I didn't remember that. At all.

I heard a door downstairs open. Someone's back. I'll talk to you later.

I stayed on the floor and looked under my bed, still listening to the floor below.

A saddened voice was heard from downstairs. "So, Dad should I go tell her the news?" It was Mina. She sniffed.

"Wait a bit. Let her come down on her own." said a deeper voice, also known as my father.

His voice would always scared me. And along with his 6' 1" height scared me as a child.

Now at a height of about 5' 7 1/2", he doesn't scare me as much.

"Okay. I'm gonna go upstairs."

Quiet steps creaked throughout the house. The door across the hall opened and closed quietly.

Trying to unravel my legs from the blanket, was a joke. I have no clue how no one seemed to hear it.

Well that was until a gentle knock was heard. "Come in."

Mina opened the door and I sat/laid on my side. My elbow digging into the floor and hand holding my head.

"'Sup Mina." I said in my best guy impression.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"No time for questions Mina Beff." I said like Nick Mallory. I started talking normal. "Help me, please."

With her help I got unraveled and headed downstairs and got the possibly best news ever.

I was going home.

Yay! So what's Peaceville going to be like now?

(1) this was inspired by my best friend's lunch two days ago.

I had to put the Lenny P.O.V. in here. When I thought of it, I thought it was so cute so I had to put it in here.

Sad news with me: I had two cats. One is my own and the other one was very old and couldn't walk well. They put her down Monday and my mom didn't even tell me.

So I didn't want to write sad stuff so it was happy and if you noticed not much sad.

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Love all of you! ~A