The Afterlife was a calm place. Big, beautiful. A large cottage for every group of friends or family who (a mysterious) *they* decided would live together.
The cottages as they were called had decent space for each group, a pool and a big backyard, a bedroom each, and a town filled with shops, nice-smelling bakeries, and a mall. In town, there was one train station. The train would take you out of town to the more populated area of the afterlife.
When Blossom had died she found that she had the house to herself until her mystery housemates died. She had decorated and cleaned, brightening up the cottage. She made sure the fridge and pantry were stocked with good food.
Of course, she hadn't had the place to herself for very long.
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The clocks in the house flashed at 2.00 am.
Nearly everyone was asleep.
It was dark and the moon had already disappeared. He had checked under the mat and the fake plants searching for keys.
He eventually gave up and knocked on the door.
She had been in the living room flicking through one of her old, worn books. The knock was gentle and barely audible. She snapped her book shut, cautiously getting up from her spot on the couch.
Another knock.
Grabbing the baseball bat from the wall she swung open the wooden door.
"Shit" The bat clattered to the floor. Separated by only a flyscreen door was John Freaking Astin.
"Carolyn?"
She fumbled to unlock the door, not taking her eyes off him. Rain began pouring.
She walked forward, tentatively hugging him. They held each other tight.
"Come inside. It's freezing" They walked in shutting the doors behind them.
"We have so much to catch up on!" He was beaming.
"Then sit we can chat" As they spoke the couch began to seem so comfortable and the heater felt warming like a blanket. She shut her eyes for a minute, just a minute. Sleep overcame her. He smiled setting a cushion under her head and made sure she was comfortable before falling asleep, finally content.
The world had clicked back into place.
Everything was right again.
Blossom quietly walked down the stairs, avoiding the fifth and ninth steps as they were loud and creaky when you stepped on them.
She glanced into the living room.
She did a double take.
John was there. Just casually layed on the couch.
Carolyn asleep on his shoulder.
He raised his finger to his lips making a 'quiet' sign to Blossom.
The clock ticked over to 6 am.
Blossom sat on the couch next to John and Carolyn's.
"John when did you get here?!" She whispered.
"Last Night. At about 2 am"
A/N: HELLO! So it's been a while hasn't it?! It may be a bit longer between updates for a while I've got a lot of schoolwork to /
I really love writing this story (even if it hasn't been very plot-ish yet) I've got lots of ideas and lots of chapters in the works!
Hope you Enjoyed!