Its colder than before, the seasons took all they had come for....
Who: Tim and Santana
Where: Santana's Room
When: Monday Afternoon
What: Tim hasn't heard from her in a while and goes to see if Santana is alright. Little does he know that Santana has discovered his terrible secret.
Rating: PG at the most. But NC-17 Levels of Heartbreak
Tim had called Santana a few days ago with no response. That wasn't all that unusual though, she had probably been doing something wildly important like washing her hair or rotating her wardrobe. He had called her last night, nothing. Now he was starting to worry. He hadn't seen her on the comms in a while either. In fact she hadn't been on the comm in over a week.
He paced around his room debating about going down there, just to make sure that she was okay. Maybe some crazy person in the mansion had killed her, maybe during the event you had needed more than one piece of candy, maybe.... maybe she had gone home. This cycle of thought continued for a full hour before he pulled on his jacket and headed down to her room. He stared at her door for a while, mentally preparing himself for her to tell him what a loser he was.
He felt pathetic as he knocked on her door, but he just needed to know she was okay.
Where: Santana's Room
When: Monday Afternoon
What: Tim hasn't heard from her in a while and goes to see if Santana is alright. Little does he know that Santana has discovered his terrible secret.
Rating: PG at the most. But NC-17 Levels of Heartbreak
Tim had called Santana a few days ago with no response. That wasn't all that unusual though, she had probably been doing something wildly important like washing her hair or rotating her wardrobe. He had called her last night, nothing. Now he was starting to worry. He hadn't seen her on the comms in a while either. In fact she hadn't been on the comm in over a week.
He paced around his room debating about going down there, just to make sure that she was okay. Maybe some crazy person in the mansion had killed her, maybe during the event you had needed more than one piece of candy, maybe.... maybe she had gone home. This cycle of thought continued for a full hour before he pulled on his jacket and headed down to her room. He stared at her door for a while, mentally preparing himself for her to tell him what a loser he was.
He felt pathetic as he knocked on her door, but he just needed to know she was okay.