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Job Searching

Getting up for the day is always the worst. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I have to get up today to go searching for a job. I get dressed and make sure to but my binder on. I grab a smoke for the walk. Damn forgot the lighter. I open my top dresser to grab my lighter. Putting the cig in between my lips, I lift the lighter to it and light it up. I take a long drag and blow it out in one go. Alright, let’s go face the day. I walk out of my apartment.

nina-delarosa:

Shit. She’s done it again. Should she chase after her? Probably not. Disappointed in herself, she went across to Peyton’s room and knocked on the door. “I’m sorry.” There was an awkward silence. “I’ll go now,”

I heard her speak but I was crying ugly tears. I can’t let her see me like this. I say nothing. I get up and shuffle my way over to my bed. “ What a day, If my parents were here they would be laughing at me right about now.” I whimper to myself.

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

She knew it. Nina didn’t want to make assumptions, but Peyton seemed to be fitting the bill. Nina was not swinging that way.

“Nope. That’s really not my thing,” She said in disgust. Maybe she will get the message.

“ Damn you don’t need to be such an ass. I was just messing around. Next time keep your bitchy judgemental comments to yourself.” I angrily huff at her.

I reach my arm out and snatch the handle of my suitcase out of her hand. I rush to my room number. I jiggle the handle realizing its locked. I grab the crummy key from my pocket and shove it in the key hole. I swing the door open and shut it with a bang. I feel my face is wet and realize I’m crying. I sink down to the floor and lean agaisnt the door crying my eyes out.

Oh,shit.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Mhm. His name is Caleb. Well if you wanna get a hold of her somehow we could arrange something.

Cool stuff. I’ll get on that. You know she’ll probably ask you and I to come over for a girls night. Haha. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“I bet…” She said sarcastically, realizing how bad it sounded after. “I meant to not getting an STD…” She added awkwardly.

“Peg me more of a Russian Opera girl? ” She joked condescendingly.

“ I’ll have you know miss sassy that I’m a very sexy lady.” I wink 

“ Nah, I pegged you more for classic or even jazz.” 

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:. 

I don’t hate you, I just don’t know you. Plus, you might feel like the odd one out sitting beside my fiance.

…but, we could plan to do something. If you want. There’s that cat lady across from me that would probably be up to do something as well.

That’s true. ooh, la la. Lovers paradise huh. what’s his name? We should I need to get out of my apartment. It gets so boring. I think I’ve seen that cat lady.. I think she’s the woman who gave me batteries that one time.

Has anyone seen Moana?

nina-delarosa:

“I…didn’t ask about Shawn. But cool. Is he your boyfriend?” She inquired, snooping a little more than she needed to as usual.

“My band is The Clash,”

“ Ah no hahaha. I bet he wishes.”

“He’s a good mate of mine Plus he’s a hoe soo.. I’d rather not get an STD.” I pause. “ Damn really? I didn’t peg you for that music type.”

Oh,shit.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Yea, something like that. And, I don’t know… that’s kind of why I’m asking.

Let me get back to you on that.

awww pweaaassseeee. Puppy dog eyes initiating. I promise I won’t bug you to much. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

peyton-keating:

missrosalyngrace:

Huh. She was younger than I thought she was. I wonder what her story is.

”Oh I am just fine.” I answer a little too high-pitched.”This is a regular hazard when I talk to any person ever. Anyways, my offer still stands. A cup of hot cocoa, a few batteries and a lighter that may or may not work.” I say, smiling reassuringly.

I jump as she replies to me. “okay if you say so, I’ll gladly take you up on that. Uh, what do you mean a hazard? if you don’t mind me asking. You seem cool.” I smile at her.

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

I’m wanting to take my sem’ya to the movies this week. They are both impatient and stubborn so I don’t want this to be a waste.

I haven't isn't it about a girl that's in love with water? Is it worth the watch? could I come with?

Has anyone seen Moana?

nina-delarosa:

Nina grinned. “That’s cool,” They were interrupted by some ringing, but she was surprised that Peyton hung up. Maybe Nina didn’t scare her off after all.

“Yeah, apparently. So, what band?”

“ His name was Shawn. The guy on the phone. He was just making sure I got here okay.. Uh the band is Black Viel Brides. They’re good if you like head banging music. What about yours. Which band? ”

Oh,shit.

missrosalyngrace:

“What kind of Burglar asks for batteries? Anyway, once you have some of my hot-cocoa you’ll be more likely to kidnap me so I can produce more, providing that you like hot-cocoa which I’m going to assume you do, since you said yes to my offer.” After finishing my ramble I blush, I haven’t done THAT in while.

 I wave an uncoordinated hand, ushering her in.

“Thanks, uh you’re looking a little red? Are you okay? If you’re scared I’m gonna kidnap you. I’m 19, what am I gonna do? Tickle you? I’m a lazy ass. It’s to much effort to kidnap you.” I rush to make her think I’m not a creepy kidnapping person. ‘uh if you're still up giving me those batteries and a lighter if you have it. I can leave straight away if you want.” 

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

This girl was an anomaly. “Okay, then. Well, one of my first one’s is on my neck. It says know your rights. It’s after my favorite band,” She added, trying to make the conversation less awkward. Nina’s face contorted with confusion. Did she look like she wasn’t from around here? “I’m Russian…” She clarified, nodding her head.

“ I have one like that too. I mean a quote, from a band. It’s on my shoulder blade. it says memories take us back, dreams take us forward. “riiinnggg.” My phone rings and hold my pointer finger out. I put the phone up to my ear.” Peyton the hell! I’ve been trying to call you forever! what happened? Shawn screeches in my ear. “Dude calm down. you’re gonna get a heart attack. I’m fine. I’ll call you later.” I say while rubbing my sensitive ear. “What no.” He angrily shouts. “Bye” I snort. “ Don’t you dare-Beep” I end the call.

I look at Nina. “ Sorry about that my friend is a worry wart. Doesn’t know when to take a breath” I laugh.

Oh,shit.

missrosalyngrace:

Well, I have a couple double a batteries, that okay?” I shuffle on my fluffy feet awkwardly. “Want some hot-cocoa?” I offer. “I just made a homemade batch, should probably use the rest up before it gets cold.”

On one hand I applaud myself for being so nice. On the other hand, now have to talk to someone.

“Wha-what? let me clarify. you want me to come in? The sketchy tattooed chick that knocked on your door. I could be a burglar for all you know! I’m not but still, you need to be careful who you let in! On the hot cocoa offer, though. Sure.” I lean on the doorway.

Knock, knock.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“Oh, wow. That is fresh,” She stared at her arm for a moment more, frustrated that she couldn’t make out the meaning of it. “What is it exactly?”

“Oh, my name?” She chuckled to herself, because it definitely didn’t fly over anyone’s head. She always forgets to mention her name. “My name’s Nina, what’s yours?”

“ Sorry to disappoint but that's a story for another day.” I lick my lips uncomfortably.

“Nina.. I never heard that one before. I’m Peyton, you from around here?” I wonder where she's from. she seems different.

Oh,shit.

missrosalyngrace:

A knock interrupts me from an episode of Veronica Mars. I push the pause button a little too aggressively and pad my way over to the door. I open the door, feeling conscious of my polka dot onesie and bunnie slippers. “Hello?” I ask timidly. I look up to see a slightly disheveled woman with dark cropped hair and wicked sleeve tattoos.. 

Oh. It’s my new neighbor.

“ Um uh hey...” I mumble.

Damn it, get it together. “ Is there any chance you got some batteries- and maybe even a lighter?!” I rush to get it out. Ugh I don’t like asking for help.

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

Now Nina was intrigued. “How fresh?” She passed the heavy bag towards the girl.

“Yeah I have a few,” A few was a bit too loose of a term, but she always had a thing for artistic expression. To her, tattoos were symbolic. It was like historic artifacts on your skin and she was the archaeologist deciphering a code.

I stared at her for a minute contemplating what to say. “ like three days ago fresh. They still sting a little but nothing that I can’t handle. By the way, it totally flew over my head what’s your name?” I ask her trying to move on from talking any more about my tattoos.

Oh,shit.

Knock, knock.

I can’t believe that my lamp doesn't have batteries! I walk over to the apartment next door. Knock knock. I rap on the door. Then I wait.

nina-delarosa:

She wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that comment. Without the intention of ignoring her, she knelt beside her and went for the bag that had been tipped over with it’s contents on the verge of spewing out. She hesitated when she saw her sleeve tattoo. “Nice sleeve,”

Not wanting to be rude, I try to smile.

knowing I did a pretty poor job. “ uh thanks, they're pretty fresh.” nodding my head towards her. “You got any?”

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

Nina was not expecting that kind of response. “If you were smart, you wouldn’t have fallen through the damn door in the first place,” But she was right, maybe she should help her. She didn’t want to make a horrible impression.

She sighed. “Would you like some help?” She said somewhat sarcastically.

I smile at her. “ I don’t appreciate the sass but thanks. I wasn’t expecting that.”

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

Rainbow? Nina touched her cheek, scratching off dried up pieces of magenta. “Oh, nothing really. Just that there’s an obnoxious person laying on the floor in the middle of the hallway breaking down doors,”

“There are kids sleeping you know,” There’s nothing she hates more than obnoxious, stubborn people that don’t do what she says.

I look at her up and down, sizing her up. “Obviously I didn’t fall through the damn door on purpose. If you were smart, you would have realized that I was on the phone and carrying a heavy ass bag up the stairs. Thanks for the help by the way.” I retort.

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

peyton-keating:

“How long does it take for you to get up the stairs?” My friend Shawn mocks.     “As long as it takes you to do your hair. I’m trying to enjoy the peace before I meet my neighbors.” I retort. Gripping the railing I lug my suitcase up the stairs. “Ha.Ha. Very witty. Give yourself a medal, you ass.” I hear him huff out through the phone. “Thanks for noticing my awesome- WHA.” My body whacked into a surface. The next second I’m free falling and hit the ground.      “Oof” I look up to see I had hit the door at the top of the staircase and broke it open. “Yo, are you okay?” his panicky voice reaches me. “Just Bloody peachy.”  I pop the p.

Nina was in her room painting, when she heard a large thud from outside the apartment. What now? She flung open her door to a tattooed, rugged haired girl sprawled across the hallway floor.

“Well, I was not expecting that,”

I look over to the right where I heard the female voice. standing in a doorway is a lady covered in specks of colors. “What are looking at rainbow? can’t you see I’m trying to have a conversation? You can go back to whatever it is you were doing.”

Oh,shit.

Oh,shit.

“How long does it take for you to get up the stairs.” My friend Shawn mocks.     “As long as it takes you to do your hair. I’m trying to enjoy the peace before I meet my neighbors.” I retort. Gripping the railing I lug my suitcase up the stairs. “Ha.Ha. Very witty. Give yourself a medal, you ass.” I hear him huff out through the phone. “Thanks for noticing my awesome- WHA.” My body whacked into a surface. The next second I’m free falling and hit the ground.      “Oof” I look up to see I had hit the door at the top of the staircase and broke it open. “Yo, are you okay?” his panicky voice reaches me. “Just Bloody peachy.”  I pop the p.