(Patricia)

Patricia changed out of her wet clothes into warm clothes.  She sighed with happiness. 

“What an interesting day…”

Patricia felt like she was in a dream and she didn’t want to wake up from it either.

When Patricia came out of her room, she headed into living room.  Zico was at the fireplace while Yoseob was in the kitchen.  Patricia sat down on the couch and picked up a pillow, hugging it.  Patricia said to herself, smiling,

“If this is a dream, don’t let it end…”

Patricia, Yoseob, and Zico sat together, enjoying some sandwiches and smores.  Zico said, looking behind him,

“Don’t forget your fried chicken.  I don’t want any messes.”

Yoseob laughed and nodded.

TWO HOURS LATER…

Patricia opened her eyes slowly.  She smiled.  Patricia was sleeping between Yoseob and Zico on the ground.  She rubbed her eyes and looked around.  Her eyes widened.

“AAHHH!!!!!”

Zico and Yoseob bolted up startled with Patricia’s scream. 

“What?”

Patricia said, bolting to her feet and screaming,

“FIRE!! FIRE!!”

Both of their eyes widened.

“How the hell did this happen?!”

They all looked around.  Patricia said, pointing,

“The fireplace!!!!!  The fire was too much!”

“Damn it.”

“The stove!”

Yoseob turned around.

“That’s my fault!”

“Hurry!! We need to stop it!”

Zico and Yoseob dashed out of the house, going towards the water.  Patricia searched for a fire hydrant.

“Oh no!!!”

Zico ran back into the house and said, grabbing Patricia’s hand,

“The fire’s too big!”

Patricia said, looking around,

“Where’s Yoseob?!”

Zico answered, dragging Patricia along with him,

“He’s trying to call someone to come put the fire out.”

Zico and Patricia came out of the house, coughing and rather dirty looking.  Patricia and Zico were covered in soot.  Patricia gasped, taking in deep breaths.  Zico turned around and said, putting a hand on her shoulder,

“You okay?”

Patricia nodded.

“I should be fine.”

He laughed slightly.

“I just almost got you killed.”

Patricia laughed, nervous.

They turned back around and looked at the house.  Zico sighed.  Patricia said, backing up,

“I have horrible luck…”

And of course, something happens.  Patricia slipped and Zico slipped his arm around her, hoping to catch her before she fell.

“Ah!”

They fell down together, Patricia on top.  Patricia said, groaning,

“I am sooo sorry.  I am so clumsy.”

Zico laughed.

“You’re fine.”

Patricia sighed and sat up, still on top of Zico.

“HEY!”

They both looked up to see a police car.  The policemen came out, walking towards us.

“We got a call about a fire…I guess we found it.”

Zico and Patricia nodded.  Patricia noticed their position and quickly got off him.

“Let me help you.”

Patricia helped Zico up.  Zico sighed and began wiping the soot off his face.  The policeman said, taking a step forward,

“You’re…Zico…”

Zico smiled and said, nodding,

“I’m flattered that you know me…”

Patricia began wiping the soot off her face also.  The other policeman said, stepping towards Patricia,

“Hey…I know you.”

Patricia’s eyes widened.  That didn’t sound good.  The other one said, stepping towards Patricia also,

“You’re the girl who was with Yoseob…he said that you didn’t kidnap him…but others say you did.”

They looked at Zico.

“Did she do this?  Did she burn your house?”

“No she didn’t and—”

“We’ll take her away.  Don’t you worry…”

It happened a bit too quick.  A policeman took Patricia’s hands and put cuffs on her.

“What?!”

They spoke in Korean to her but she didn’t understand.  Zico said, shaking his head,

“Wait!  No!”

They put Patricia into the car and drove off.

“Crap.”