Hey guys! I did have one chapter of this story uploaded before, but I left it so long without updating I've just decided to do a little re-edit and re-upload it! I hope you enjoy it! I'm not the best at writing so if you have any tips or anything you would like to see changed, then please don't hesitate to comment! :) If there are any mistakes please let me know! You're all awesome.

Day 1, part 1

Astrid was lying on her bed, looking up at the slightly cracked ceiling, the crumpled bed sheets moulding around her. Holding a cigarette loosely between her fingers, she let the smoke gracefully drift out of the apartment window and into the bustling city.
It wasn't especially hot that morning. It wasn't even what you would call warm. But Astrid was lying there in just her underwear and a thin, baggy, black shirt with the window wide open. It was 6AM and she still hadn't slept that night. It wasn't because of the fact that she couldn't, but rather because of the fact that she didn't really want to. She often pondered over the reasons of why sleeping was better than being awake, although for some reason, she could never really think of any.
While sighing at the thoughts she blew smoke out of her mouth slowly, and once again began breathing back in the smoky bedroom air.
The radio was faintly still on in the kitchen, the sound of a new song beginning as the time struck exactly 6AM. She didn't especially like the songs that played, but she didn't really have a favourite genre anyway. Overall, her apartment was rather bland but that was the way she liked it. While she did have a few interests, she never really had anything that she was highly motivated to do. There were no pictures or posters, only an acoustic guitar that hung from the wall beside the sofa. Apart from the smoke and the many cracks in the ceiling, the apartment looked pretty decent and hygienic. While she didn't clean the place often she tried her best to keep the place tidy.
While still studying the ceiling she moved the cigarette closer to her mouth, but suddenly came to a halt at the sound of footsteps outside of her door. Not being surprised, she turned her head to the sound of the doorbell ringing.
Her apartment wasn't very big. Well, actually it was tiny. There were potentially 2 rooms; the living room, kitchen and bedroom all being merged into an open space. The single bed was placed straight opposite the front door against the back wall, with a small sofa and wooden coffee table to the right. When lying upon the bed the kitchen was in clear sight, with the door to the bathroom at the very end. It was an interesting layout to say the least, but in Astrid's opinion it was a good sacrifice to make for a cheap apartment with a satisfying view.
She waited for the doorbell to ring a second time before she coughed a noise that didn't sound healthy in the slightest. "It's open you know!" she exclaimed loudly, her head turning back to stare at the ceiling as she waited. The door swung open, and without looking Astrid immediately knew who it was.
"Good thing I'm not a murderer."
The exaggerated deep voice was one from a man, clearly a close friend.
Astrid laughed at the words, "in this city, everybody's a murderer."
The man at the door didn't even look twice at Astrid's current condition. Of course he took a peek at her legs which were now hanging over the side of the bed but then again, who wouldn't?
"You can search me if you want. I own no weapons, I promise."
"Who says you need a weapon to kill someone?"
"This isn't exactly the conversation I walked up 10 flights of stairs for, Astrid."
"Well, I'm sorry, do you want a coffee to help soothe your feet? What about a shower too, you know, while you're here?"
The man grinned, still leaning against the door frame. "That would be marvellous."
Astrid sighed.
He never did understand sarcasm.

Half an hour later the man sat on the sofa, a large towel draped around his shoulders and a steaming coffee in his hands. Astrid was still lying in the same position, her arms hanging loosely over her stomach as the cigarette was finally used up.
"Why don't you shower in your own house?"
"You're not there."
That was a quick and cheeky remark, just like the flirt he is, Astrid thought. She sat up, her vision slightly fuzzy from the lack of sleep and food. She took one look at the guy in front of her. She had known him for around 4 years now and within that time his appearance had changed dramatically. Now 20, the guy's hair had darkened more, now a dark chocolate-brown which suited his smart yet casual clothing. Normally, you would see him wearing black skinny jeans but recently he had also added a long grey coat that reached down past his knees. Astrid noticed that, for as long as she could remember, he often wore a long but strangely thin navy blue scarf which hung carelessly around his neck and shoulders. He suited the clothes well as he had also grown significantly in height over the years. When they first met she was much taller than the other, however now it was the other way around, with Astrid coming up to his broad shoulders. He wasn't bad looking at all, he may even be handsome if you stuck a suit on him.
Placing her head in her hands, Astrid questioned him sternly, "you didn't make me a coffee did you?"
The guy nearly chocked in response, slamming the cup onto the table as he tried to clear his throat. "What? Of course I didn't."
Astrid fell back onto the bed and groaned with annoyance. It was one thing for someone to barge into your apartment and use your facilities, but it was another when they didn't even bother to make you a fucking coffee.