Title- Room 21Author- black_balloon02Rating- PG (if even?)Pairing- ChenzelFor the first challenge, the picture."Pull over here", she said to the taxi driver as he swerved over to the left and slowed. The cab door opened. High-heeled pink boots stepped down onto the pavement, contrasting with the night sky. "I'll only be a minute" the short woman said as she peaked into the window and said to the man. She hesitatingly walked up to the lobby doors, and pushed her way in. Kristin was the only person in the entrance area, with the exception of a tall security guard in the corner. She tried to avoid his glances, but it didn't work."Ma'am, what are you doing here? You don't look familiar... and it's almost three in the morning." he said gruffly as he walked over to the blonde."I'm just visiting a friend." she replied."Well, you need to be buzzed up." the guard said sternly."But I... I have a key-" the woman said as she dug through her purse. At the very bottom, she found a key on a green key chain. Also attached to the key chain was an ID plate with the number 21 on it. "-Right here, the key to room 21." "Okay..." the man said hesitatingly. "It's up the stairs and to the right. Don't make too much noise, it's late.""Thank you.” the blonde said as she headed towards the staircase.As she climbed, Kristin toyed with the key chain in her hand. The day she received the key was still vivid in her mind. ------There was a woman sitting in a chair, surrounded by 3 men covering her with makeup. "I gotta go get my costume on, I'll see you in a few", Kristin said to the girl in the chair as she headed out the door. "Wait a second... here." the woman called after her. The blonde turned around. "Hmm...?" The half-green woman in the chair leaned forward and grasped a key hooked on to a little card. "It's the key to my apartment. I got it made for you, just in case you ever needed something or wanted to stop by." She lightly tossed it as she winked at the blonde, who fumbled for a minute then caught it. "Oh... thanks." Kristin said, confused, as she headed out the door. What is this supposed to mean? she asked herself. The key had been sitting on the blonde's dresser for over three years. It had never been used, but it was far from forgotten. Kristin saw it every day. And each day she would wonder what was meant by it, and what she was supposed to do with it.Until today. Today as she put the contents of her dresser into yet another cardboard box, she grabbed her friend's key and knew what she had to do. Kristin dropped the key into her purse, and continued to pack.------24... 23... 22... 21. A tan door with brass numbers stood in front of her. Kristin lifted the key to the lock, and, despite her shaking hands, twisted it and slowly opened the door. The only light in the apartment was the light coming from the city outside. The blonde slowly stepped through the hallway, peaking into doors as she went. Good thing Taye - her "husband" - is away on vacation, she thought to herself. Who knows what would happen if I was mistaken for some thief or murderer.She looked into a room on her left, where she saw a bed. She tiptoed into the light blue room. A brunette was sleeping peacefully on a large wooden bed with gray flannel sheets. The blonde quietly walked over to the edge of the bed and climbed on top of it. She kneeled down over the woman and lightly kissed her on the neck. I'm glad she's a heavy sleeper, Kristin thought. She leaned back up, and stepped off of the bed. Kristin walked over to the woman's bureau and placed the key chain right next to a heart shaped box. She backed up, until she was standing in the doorway. The blonde looked at the sleeping woman, and smiled her last true smile. Sad, yes, but genuine. "I'll miss you darling.” she whispered as she turned down the hall. As she came closer to the door, Kristin could swear she heard faint calling from the end of the hall. She turned her head back, but then thought better of it and stepped out the door. "You do what you needed to do?" the cab driver asked the blonde as she stepped into the taxi."Yes, it's taken care of." Kristin said as she fumbled with the plane ticket in her hand. "JFK?” the driver asked.The blonde nodded, holding back tears. "Yes, right away." Fyi- This is my first fic... ever. I spelled checked it, but my grammar isn't exactly what it should be.
[blink] ... [sniffle]Beautiful... sad as hell, but beautiful.
Oooooooooooo now that's interesting! And it feeds my angsty mind like I'm a angst buffet!
Ohh I like! You could continue...have Dee chase her? lol
First fic ever? You started off with a fantastic one then!I have to echo thetruthbetween in saying that this was sad, but very beautiful.I really like how you put a flashback in the middle of the story, instead of starting out with that scene. It really helped build up the anticipation of what was going to happen once Kristin went into the apartment.