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*Disclaimer: I do not own Cry or you. I also am substituting curse words like this: !@#$ if they're really bad, then they're like this: 8!@#$. Hope you enjoy...

~Chapter 2~

       I finally wake up again but just lay in bed. The words are gone from my wall, and I don't have that creepy feeling of being watched. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to find some type of motivation to get out of bed. I don't have one. I continue to lay, until my tummy grumbles. Oh...there's my motivation: food.

        I fling my duvet off of my warm body and run into the kitchen. I open up my pantry and find...nothing. I pout and search the fridge. Nothing there. My stomach grumbles again, and I pat it gently.

        "Hold on, baby. Mama's trying to find something for you," I mumble, rubbing my stomach.

        Deciding I'll just eat out, I slip on my UGGs and my coat. I grab my keys and wallet and head out the door. Snow sits on the ground, undisturbed and peaceful. The crisp whiteness glitters in tiny rays of sunshine that shine through the dark, gray clouds. I blow out some air, and a cloud puffs in front of my face. I wrap my arms tighter around me for warmth, and I can already feel the cold nipping at my face.

        I walk down the sidewalk; my boots crunching the snow. I see kids playing in their yards, throwing snowballs and making snow angels. They are beaming, no matter if they get nailed in the face or not. They're still happy. 

        A luxury I can't have.


        Shaking my head, I continue to my town's Central Plaza. People buzz about, despite the time, shopping, eating, being merry. I go to Waffle House, because you know, waffles are the bomb dot com. I walk inside, feeling a burst of warm air. I rub my hands together, looking for a place to sit. I find a lone booth and go sit there, since there doesn't seem to be a lot of people here this morning.

        I set my keys and wallet on the table and look at the menu. Hmm...decisions, decisions. A lady with bright blond hair and green eyes, and she looks as though she's in her late forties, smiles at me as she approaches my table. Her name-tag reads "Penny."

        "Good morning, darlin'," she chirps in a crisp Southern accent. "What can I get ya?"

        I smile back at her, but it feels fake and forced. "I would like a chocolate chip waffle and some coffee, please," I answer, setting my menu aside. She smiles and nods, leaving me.

        I lean back in my seat and watch as a guy with brunette hair wearing a forest green sweatshirt sits in the booth behind me. I get a whiff of a cologne that smells like a man after his shower. It's a familiar smell, and I lean back a little more to smell it better. It's a musky smell, a smell that makes you want to hold that person and never let go. A smell that I smelled when we were trapped together in the wardrobe...

        My brows furrow. What wardrobe? Who was I with? My head starts to ache as I try to think about this. Penny comes back and hands me my coffee. I smile and thank her, and she goes to the man behind me. I start to sip it as she asks him what he wants.

        "I'll take the 'Allstar Meal' and a coffee, please," he tells her. I nearly spit out my coffee.

        Holy sexiness that is his voice. It's smooth like silk, but yet, it has a childish tone to it. It's deep and raspy, and I just want him to say my name.

        I blush at that thought and go back to my coffee. But, what gets me the most is at how familiar it sounds. Gee, I must've been knocked out or something, because I cannot remember a thing! I lean back in my seat, and my head touches the man's back. A jolt goes through me, and my vision starts going fuzzy and morphed.

        Then, I feel the world tilting, and a glimpse fills my vision.

        I give an involuntary squeal, and Cry slaps a hand to my mouth. I narrow my eyes at him, but quickly stop, when the door is broken. Splintered wood is crunched and kicked aside as the beast searches the room. I feel Cry's free hand search around the wardrobe, obviously looking for something to ward off the shadow. I feel my face warm as Cry's hand brushes my exposed thigh. I close my eyes and just let it be.

        "Miss..." a voice echoes through my head. "Miss...you...okay?"

        I struggle to open my eyes, and I gasp for air, quickly sitting up. But, because I'm a klutz, I bump heads with someone. They moan in pain, and my eyes fly open. A forest green sweater is leveled with my eyes, and I slowly travel upwards. The man with brunette hair, and-mother nature-majestic, blue oceans for eyes.

        "You're beautiful..." I think dreamily. 

        He smiles and chuckles. "Well thank you!"
        
        Oh no. Did I...just...ah crap! I did. Agh, I'm gonna go jump off of a cliff, into a pool of piranhas, while strangling myself with venomous snakes.

        My face flushes a deep red, and I quickly get up from the floor. Penny helps me up, looking at me concerned. I hand her a ten. 

        "Keep the change," I mutter, quickly walking out of the restaurant. I hear the man call after me, but I keep walking.

        I get outside, getting smacked in the face with cold air. I shiver and walk briskly through the snow. Snowflakes drift down like leaves in the wind, gently landing. Snowflakes land on my clothes and in my hair, but I don't care. Smiling softly, the Waffle House event slips my mind. I stick out my tongue and catch a snowflake or two.

        "So, you're a fan of the snow too?" a voice asks. I quickly spin around and see the man from Waffle House standing in the snow with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets.

        I blush and nod. "Yeah...I find it beautiful in an ugly world."

        The man whistles. "Deep."

        I giggle. He takes a step toward me and holds out a hand. "Cr-Chris. Chris Thompson," he introduces.

        I take his cold hand into my warm one and shake it. "(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)."

        "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he comments, his cheeks a slight pink. That must've been from the cold though. I laugh shyly and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

        Chris chuckles, and his beautiful eyes bore into my tired (e/c) ones. "So...you wanna meet up here around three, so we can get to know each other of course," he sputters shyly. I giggle again with a grin on my face.

        "Sounds good! I'll see you then," I answer. He smiles at me and nods, turning around and walking away.

        I bite my lip to keep from squealing and do a little dance. Then, I stop cold with a harsh realization:

        I'm still in my pajamas.
Eh...it could be better. I IS SO SOWWY! >{<
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AyaRedStar4282 Jan 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
No offense but...when you said UGGs.....I wanted to come through the computer and slap you...

On another note DOING GOOD!!
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kandygurl324 Jan 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Haha! I don't own UGGs tbh. They were the first thing to come to mind. xD
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AyaRedStar4282 Jan 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I used to...only becaause i had to wear them...I HATED EVERY SECOND!
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kandygurl324 Jan 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ohhhh!
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AyaRedStar4282 Jan 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Yeah...I curse every person I see wearing them....Meow :3 
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kandygurl324 Jan 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ohhhh
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AyaRedStar4282 Jan 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Indeed...so about every other person walking down the street.
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AyaRedStar4282 Jan 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
And also.....BOMB DOT COM REFERENCE!!!
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pinpale Jan 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh shit! Extreme death!
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kandygurl324 Jan 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Haha!
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