Kimber Chin

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“I really think you should stay with Nancy.” Nancy may not love him, may break up with him for being such an emotional idiot, but Ted knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t turn Fawn away. Not with his friend being burned out of her place.

“Oh Ted.” She sobbed on his shoulder. Fawn. The girl that used to take a line drive to the shins with only a grimace. When did she become such a wuss? Ted felt an uncharitable tinge of irritation. “Can’t I stay here? I don’t want to go. Not after all that happened today.” A couple wet sniffs.

Sh**, no, she couldn’t stay here. He was at the end of his rope as it was. “Don’t you need some woman things?” Because Ted wasn’t prepared for female guests. He didn’t even know if he had a spare towel. That was clean. Nancy would have spare towels, he figured. And they’d smell nice. Like her.

“All I need is a place to sleep, Ted.” Red rimmed eyes. “Can’t I crash on your couch?”

“Fawn.” This was not a good idea.

“Please Ted. I don’t want to think about anything else tonight.” She placed a hand on his chest. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“Oh, okay.” He didn’t either but he knew who would. “There’s stuff in the hallway closet. I have to go out for a bit, pick up some supplies.”

“You’ll be back?” A wobbly smile.

“I’ll be back,” Ted confirmed, with reinforcements.

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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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