Kimber Chin

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“You can’t go in there,” the burly looking security guard barked, standing in front of Fawn’s doorway, arms crossed.

Ted eyed him. The man was too big to push aside. “That’s her room.”

The man looked at Fawn, still smushed up against Ted’s chest, with a mixture of sympathy and disgust. “Doesn’t matter. She can’t go in until the structural engineer checks it out.”

“And when would?”

“Tomorrow. At the earliest.”

A very wet sob coming from Fawn. Ted hugged her shoulder, not knowing what to say. “What started it?”

“Can’t say for certain but the iron was plugged in.  Luckily it looks like it was confined to the bathroom.”

Fawn was ironing in the bathroom?  Was that normal?  His mom ironed in the living room in front of the tv.

“She tried to burn the dorm down, psycho b**ch.” This venom came from a little brown haired thing.

Causing Fawn to stiffen. More drama.  Ted sighed. Why couldn’t she get along with anyone? “Where’s she supposed to stay tonight?”

The man shrugged, uncaring. “Not here.”

Ted looked at the angry faces lining the hallway. It didn’t look like any of them would help. “Could we get a few things?”

“No.” No movement on this either.

The sobbing increased in volume.  He stifled the nasty desire to tell her to pull herself together.  What to do?  They couldn’t remain here.  “Come on, Fawn, we’ll straighten it out at my place.”

As they turned to leave, Ted thought he heard “bet he has a girlfriend” coming from someone in the crowd.

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They heard the sirens a block away. Ted wasn’t concerned. Fire alarms were always being pulled. A standard student prank.

When they got closer, and saw that the fire trucks were in front of Fawn’s residence, affectionately called Cockroach Towers, Fawn’s eyes grew big but he still didn’t worry. It was a large building, known for its wild parties. Things happened.

It couldn’t be too bad. Folks were starting to drift back in so Ted and Fawn drifted back in with them.

The elevators weren’t working. That meant taking the stairs. Not a problem. Fawn was only on the third floor. The fire must have been upstairs.  With each flight, the stairwell got smokier.

“Something’s burning, something’s burning, something’s burning, and I think it’s love,” Ted sang out in his best Kenny Rogers, his voice echoing off the cement walls. Better acoustics than the shower.

“Not funny, Ted.” Fawn puffed. 

Why was she breathing hard?  This was a breeze compared to the hikes they took in high school.  “Oh, relax, Fawn. It’s no big deal.  A little fire.”

“No big deal for you.” Fawn scooted under Ted’s arm as he held the door open. ”Its not your room.”

“It isn’t yours either.” Sure the hall was full of smoke but ”What are the chances?”

Turns out, pretty darn good. Firemen were standing in the hallway, putting yellow tape over a blackened door. Not just any blackened door. Fawn’s blackened door.

Oh, crap.

“Ted.” And a blonde head buried into his chest.

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“Fawn, I…I…” Ted stuttered, not knowing what to say. “Look, you’re a good looking girl.” He guessed. He never really thought of her that way. “But… but…” How to put it right?

“Relax, Ted.” Fawn’s laugh was higher pitched than usual. “Did you think I was serious?”

Did he? It sounded… yes, he had.

“You did.” Another laugh and a slap on his arm. “Goodness, Ted. You can be such a goof sometimes.”

She had been joking. Thank the good… Ted relaxed, feeling a bit foolish and a whole lot relieved. “I’ve had a lot on my mind.” He used as an excuse.

“We’re friends, Ted, and okay, friendship is a good base for a relationship, maybe even the best, but we’re friends.”

“We are.”

This time when she put her hand in his, Ted didn’t have the heart to pull away. They were friends. It meant nothing. Right?

“You really think I’m good looking?” Fawn preened.

“Sure.” He shrugged.

“You don’t think I’m too large…” She flung her shoulders back. “You know…” She looked down. “There?”

What? Ted swallowed. She wanted him to comment on her chest? “I wouldn’t know.”  He felt his face grow hot. 

“Come on, Ted, you’re a guy.  Take a look.  Tell me what you think?”

So he did and felt a thousand times worse.  This was his friend.  He shouldn’t be looking there.  And what would Nancy say? 

But Fawn was expecting an answer.

“They’re okay.”

“Okay?”  Her face fell.

He groaned.  This was never going to end.  “They’re okay, nice, whatever.  Can we stop talking about it now?” 

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