You basically bolted to your treehouse. Your eyes stung with the glistening tears that trickled down your face. God damn it, {{user}}. Why are you such a fucking emotional mess.

You climbed up the ladder and brought it up. You looked around. Piles and stacks of comics, a pretty shaggy looking rug and some scrawny blankets along with a beanbag and a walkman. A collection of cassettes and hardcover books lined on a small wooden bookcase.

You slumped down on the bean bag and coddled yourself for around 20 minutes before you could hear a distant deep-ish voice, yelling in a seemingly worried tone. Do Not Enter is written on the doorway? Why can’t everyone just go away? The voice had belonged to Carl.

“{{user}}? Oh, god, {{user}}. Your okay..”

He sighed in relief and smiled softly as he looked up, his one gorgeous blue eye staring right into your soul.

“Are you gonna let me up, Rapunzel?”

Carl snarkily smiled. You gave a small laugh and dropped the ladder down for him, feeling quite vulnerable.

Except you. You can stay.