Yellow(HerWong)

CHAPTER-11

She realized just how much effort she was putting into accommodating Carly when she began moving the clothes in her closet around to make room for Carly's things. This was a new feeling for her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

Deanna laughed softly when she saw the dresses Ivy had purchased. She couldn't help but envision how adorable they would look on the younger girl. Just as she hung up the last piece of clothing, a dark blur collided with her and sent her stumbling backwards. She grabbed onto the wall to keep her balance.

"Didiii," Carly cooed, burying her head in Deanna's chest and keeping her arms wrapped tightly around her.

"Well hello to you too," Deanna laughed, taking aback by the girl's abrupt greeting. Seeing that Carly had no intention of letting go, Deanna peeled the smaller girl off of her and took a few steps back. She immediately noted Carly's red eyes and puffy cheeks. Guilt slowly sunk in when she realized this was because of her.

"I'm sorry Didi," Carly whispered, looking up at Deanna with a look of uncertainty on her face. Deanna tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"I killed it," the smaller girl murmured, shaking her head and walking over to the bed. Deanna followed her cautiously. "Stupid," Carly huffed. She burrowed back under the covers, trying to hide from the older girl.

Deanna felt her phone buzz in her pocket just as she sat down on the end of the bed.

[4:39 - Eya] Oh, and also, Carly broke the table and vase by the door after you left. I guess that's what caused her to break down.

Sighing, Deanna set her phone down and scooted closer to the figure nestled under the covers.

"Carly, I'm not mad at you," Deanna said softly. She realized now that a day or two ago, she would've been furious. But the table and vase were replaceable, Carly wasn't. She had been able to learn that in their short time together.

The smaller girl slowly peered out from under the blankets. She studied Deanna intently for a few moments before sitting up.

"Promise?" Carly tilted her head to the side, holding out her pinky finger. Deanna laughed softly and nodded, locking their fingers together.

"Promise," Deanna nodded once. Carly looked down at her hands in her lap, still somewhat upset. Deanna noticed this and grew concerned.

"Carly? Do you want to talk about it?" Deanna reached out and placed one of her hands on the smaller girl's knee. At this point, Deanna was 100 percent aware that she was in too deep, but for some reason her compassion outweighed her fear.

"Talk?" Carly asked. She looked down at Deanna's hand in her lap, studying it carefully for a few moments. Deanna watched as Carly gently placed her own hand atop Deanna's, playing with her fingers aimlessly. The small gesture was still somehow able to make her stomach flutter.

"Yeah, talk," Deanna nodded slowly, trying to think of how she could explain the idea to Carly. "Friends talk to friends about their problems, remember?"

"Oh, yes," Carly nodded once. Deanna gave her a reassuring smile before scooting back on the bed and leaning against the headboard.

"Then what was bothering you this morning that made you so sad?" Deanna asked softly. She patted the spot next to her and Carly crawled over eagerly. "Were you mad that I left?"

"I am scared you won't come back," Carly bit her lip and looked over at Deanna. "And I like you here."

Deanna couldn't help but feel guilty, but she knew there was no way around this. She had to go to class. And bringing Carly with her didn't seem like the best idea. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling.