Moving Forward

-Thirty Two-

Sarah's P.O.V.

"Great rehearsal everyone! Have a great day, take care of your hygiene, and sleep early!" Mr.Wilson yelled as I started gathering my things.

"Whatcha got there Fondy?" I yelped and turned around quickly. 'Now I know how Eve feels.'

"What, this?" I say while pointing at my stack of papers.

"Mm-hmm."

"Well if you must know Wifey, I have been assigned a very special mission." My lips curl upwards as Cherry stares  in astonishment.

"Ooooo What kind of mission!" Cherry finishes, getting a twinkle in her eye.

"A writing mission, from our lord and savior Mr. Wilson!"

"Whoa! What do you have written so far?"

"Absolutely nothing! He gave me time to write this in the morning but I honestly got nothing! Well, I do but it's kinda stupid." My face redden as I look to the side.

"Nonsense!" She turns to look away from me. "I bet whatever you thought about is going to be a best seller." 

"No. Really? Non sense. Maybe? I don't know." I look back and forth with a stiff smile, sweating a bit.

"Don't think about it to much Fondy, just do it! No copyright."

"Easier said then done Wifey." 

"Well you gotta try anyways."

"Sure." I reach for my pocket, take my phone out, and turned it on. Except it wouldn't turn on. Dead. Of course it is, it just makes sense. "Say Cherry, wanna come to my flat? I need to charge my phone, I keep forgetting to do that. Poor Eve must be so worried!" I bite my left index fingertip and furrow my eyebrows.

"I would love to Fondy, but please stop biting your index, you do not want uneven nails."

"Too late for that but thank you." Standing side by side, we headed out.

~~~

Opening the door to my apartment felt amazing after that train wreck of a day. I soaked in the fresh smell of comfort living.

"Nice apartment!"

Oh right, I invited someone over.......... I invited someone over!

"U-um Cherry I hope you don't mind the m-mess."

"Not at all, I bet my house is messier."

"Heh, if you think your house is a mess, just wait till you see my life." I chuckled, while furrowing my eyebrows and walked in. Checker decided to make a entrance then halted seeing I wasn't alone.

"Oh you didn't tell me you had a dog." I could hear a hitch in her voice.

"Yeah, hope you don't mind, he looks mean, but all he does is judge you."

"I-it's fine, I- I'm ju-just allergic-ack-choo! To-to dog f-fur!" Another sneeze.

"Oh that sucks, uh checks, mind stepping out so you don't accidentally murder my friend?" He let out a huff before turning to leave. "Thanks bud! I'll feed you extra good today.... Wait why didn't you sneeze earlier?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Well my dog always sleeps on me, so I doubt I wouldn't have dog hair on me."

"Makes sense, I guess I only react to large piles of dog hair and not little scraps of it."

"How does that work?"