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No Way In ~ Quackity

(Y/n) and Quackity get locked out of their house during a sweltering hot day, so they hang out to pass the time.

Pronouns: She/her

(1st Person POV)

I pull into the driveway and park the car. It's a hot, sunny day. There isn't a cloud in the sky, just the beaming sun. I step out of the vehicle and bask in the warmth. It's dangerously hot out, but it still feels nice. I cranked the AC up so far I started to get goosebumps on my arms. I hum to the cheery music playing through my earbuds. Maybe it's just the weather, but I sense like today will be a good day.

I open up the trunk of my car and grab a few bags of groceries. Half walking, half dancing, I make my way up to the front door. The house is old and falling apart, but it's still home. I insert and spin the key in the hole. I grip the doorknob and attempt to pull it open, but it won't budge. I twist it another way, still no give. I keep twisting and pulling the rattly knob until it breaks right off the door. I mutter a long string of distraught curses under my breath and walk around the house to our back door. I assume this will just be a short-lived inconvenience that will be solved by the other openings to our house, but I'm wrong. The back door is blocked by a new oven we purchased to replace our old one. 

There at least has to be an unlocked or opened window, right? I think. As I circle the house, testing all the windows, none budge. I'm a reasonably anxious person so I'm always cautious. I make sure to lock doors and windows before I leave the house so nothing gets broken or stolen. What kind of BS is this? How convenient every door and window is unavailable. It's almost as if some dumb fanfic author scripted this.

I share the house with my best friend, Alex. We've known each other ever since junior year of high school. Our friendship started with me having a crush on him. I'd text him every night, being the dumb, clingy girl I was. We eventually started hanging out constantly and he became more than just a crush to me. He was a genuine friend. Ever since that moment, I decided I would force myself to stop liking him, otherwise, I'd ruin our friendship. The feelings never quite went away, I just got better at ignoring and suppressing them.

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Alex The Ugly Duckling

unless you know how to unlock a window were locked out |You

Alex| What??
Alex| What did u do

the doorknob ripped off. and I told you the oven is blocking the back door |You

Alex| I'll be home in 5

kk |You

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What do I do now? I take the groceries back to the car so they won't go bad and sit on the front doorstep. The unfortunate circumstance flattens my mood. The sun no longer feels like a comfortable blanket, but a human microwave. I wait 8 minutes for Alex to finally show up from running his errands. I look up at him and he rolls his eyes at me.

"You're so stupid. How did you manage to break the doorknob," he inquires.

"I didn't mean to! It wouldn't open when I pulled it so kept yanking..." I confess, feeling guilty.

"What did you think pulling at it would do," he questions rhetorically.

"Open it! You think I just pulled at it for funsies?" The annoyance in his voice makes me sorry and glum. I divert my eyes from him. Instead, I stare down at my feet and try not to cry. Is he genuinely irritated with me? Alex senses my sorrow and seats himself beside me. He sighs before he glances at me and says, "Look at me." Hesitantly, I meet his sympathetic gaze. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just tried to open a door. Things like this happen." He opens his arms to me, inviting me to a hug. I accept and loosely toss my arms around his shoulders. It only lasts a couple of seconds, but the embrace soothes my mind. "You stay right here, I'll see if I can push the oven out of the way with the door, then I'll try the windows. If that doesn't work, I'll call the landlord, okay?" I nod. We're so close, he can pick up on the smallest shifts in my emotions and return me to my optimistic self.