Yellow(HerWong)

CHAPTER-4

"The apartment is warm, we'll be there soon," Riri tried to comfort the girl, unsure of what else to do. Her and Deanna exchanged glances and Deanna sighed heavily. This was already adding up to be a long day. She turned into the parking lot of the apartment and parked the car, not even bothering to wait for the other two girls.
She took the stairs, sighing once she made it to their floor. They'd accidentally left the apartment unlocked, so Deanna slipped inside quickly, leaving her muddy boots by the door and heading straight to her bedroom.
The dark haired girl changed into a pair of sweatpants and one of her favorite t-shirts. She pulled her wet hair up into a messy bun and scrubbed her face raw until all of the makeup was gone. She took a few moments to look at herself in the mirror, rolling her eyes at her disheveled appearance before heading back downstairs.

Riri and Carly were nowhere in sight, but Deanna could tell they were home by the muddy footprints at the door. She told herself she didn't care about what they were doing and headed into the kitchen.

"Noooo."

Deanna lifted her head out of the refrigerator when she heard Carly's voice whine from upstairs. As much as she wanted to go see what was wrong, she forced herself to ignore it and grabbed two slices of cheese from the drawer before closing the refrigerator.
There was rustling from upstairs and the opening and closing of multiple doors, and Deanna hummed softly to herself to try and drown out the noise. She set a pan on the stove and waited for it to heat up. Just as she finished retrieving the bread from the pantry, she heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Hi," Carly smiled, standing across the kitchen from Deanna. Deanna turned around. Her breath caught in her throat as soon as she saw the girl in front of her. Carly was wearing another one of Deanna's t-shirts, which came down to the middle of her thighs. She didn't have any pants on, or socks and shoes. Deanna noticed the bandages on her feet, which she assumed Riri had changed.

The smaller girl's hair was wet, and pulled up in a sad attempt at a messy bun. There were still a few loose stands of dark hair hanging down and framing her face. She somehow made it look cute. Cute. Deanna cursed herself for using that word.
Before Deanna could say anything, Riri came running down the stairs with a pair of Deanna's pajama pants in her hand. "You forgot these," she handed them to Carly, who studied them for a few moments. Riri saw the questioning look Deanna was giving her and bit her lip. "She insisted on wearing your clothes, I don't know," Riri shrugged.
"Oh," Deanna mumbled. Carly pulled on the pants and patted the soft material happily. "What took so long?" Deanna asked, trying to ignore the feeling that was arising in her stomach from seeing Carly in her clothing.

"Well I discovered that she can shower on her own," Riri nodded once and motioned to Carly, who was still petting the fuzzy material of her pajama pants. "Which is a good thing, I think," she bit her lip and studied Deanna's face.
"Thank god for that," Deanna shook her head. She was still extremely confused by everything that had happened in the past two days. A clattering noise snapped her out of her thoughts and both her and Riri whipped their heads around. Carly stood next to the stove, with the overturned pan now on the floor.

"Hot," Carly nodded once and pointed to the pan. Riri and Deanna exchanged glances.

"Well, have fun with that," Riri winked at Deanna. "This girl's got homework to catch up on." Deanna glared at her, but Riri disappeared up the stairs before she could respond.
Deanna groaned and walked over to Carly. "Of course it's hot," she rolled her eyes and grabbed the pan by the handle. Once she set it back on the stove, she sprayed the surface with cooking spray and made sure the oven was still on. "Don't touch it," she warned Carly, pointing to the stove.

Carly nodded once. Deanna hopped up to sit on the island and wait until the pan was hot enough. She started picking at a loose string at the bottom of her shirt. A hissing noise caused her to look up quickly.
"No!" she huffed, hopping off the counter and grabbing the container of cooking spray from Carly's hand. She looked at the counter, which now had a shiny coat of grease over it. "Oh my god," she groaned, grabbing a rag and wetting it so she could clean the counter.