DN Characters do not belong to me. I know you know this, but there's always the one dumb ass that thinks you're trying to take credit for it.
The pale ivory-skinned Estonian girl poured a mass of sugar, cinnamon and peanut butter into a rather large salad bowl, mixing it into a hefty glob then proceeded to dig the spoon in; to begin eating the sugary mess. "PARKER EDEN! That is NOT breakfast! That is not even food!" her companion yelled at her pointing to the bowl; as she shoveled a spoonful into her mouth, this added a sheet of annoyance across her friend's flawless Arabian features. The multi color haired girl revealed no intention of giving up her diabetes-in-a-bowl breakfast "food." Devon sighed over-dramatically at her friend's lack of concern for her health, or at least what's left of it anyway. "You know Dev, just 'cause you're a sprout-headed humanitarian, doesn't mean I have to be one too." she said sharply, looking at her olive-skinned friend. Then taking another glob of the sugar-coated peanut butter into her mouth spitefully grinning in distaste of her friend's maternal-like nagging. Parker was not a morning person. Come to think of it, she wasn't really an anytime person. But mornings were especially intolerable. So why not just let her have what she wanted at least once in a while without giving her shit about it? "And just because YOU don't care about shortening your life with all of those horrible toxins you put into your poor body, doesn't mean I don't! And not to mention that…" Devon trailed on and on. She had hardly been listening to her rant about living 'as long as you can, because you only get one life to live…" blah, blah, blah, 'medical expenses' blah insurance policies, and blah, and blah, and more BLAH. She rolled her eyes at her neurotic friend and continued the consumption of her sweet bowl of fattening food product. As long as she never gained weight, and still had all of her body parts, she didn't care. Anything further than that she eliminated from her mind.
She backwardly climbed up on top of the washing machine that was placed in their cramped kitchen. 'This apartment is ridiculous…we'll have to find a new place soon.' She thought as she crossed her legs Indian-style looking thoughtfully out the window the dully lit city skyline. It was about 12:00 pm when she'd finally woken up. Devon already bitched about her sleeping in, and now she was complaining about her food? She still had somewhat of a hangover from the previous night, and did not enjoy all of the yelling. "Seriously though, what is with you? You either don't eat at all, or you eat something that is completely atrocious for you. And what's with staying out all night and sleeping until indecently late in the afternoon?" Devon observed. "Well, gotta get my calories from somewhere, and c'mon, it's not like I go out every night. Most of my nights I'm working late. Besides, it isn't like I'm whoring around and bringing in strange men." she said sticking her tongue out with the 'food' on it then grinning. Devon looked at her with an appalled expression. "That is not an excuse, and THAT," she pointed at the food dangling out on her tongue "…is disgusting." and rolled her eyes in annoyance. He dark haired friend headed over to the fridge that was almost directly next to the washing machine. She pulled out a bag spinach leaves, a tomato, and several radishes. Setting them on the counter she retrieved a bowl and a knife. Dumping the spinach leaves into the bowl, she looked over toward Parker, who had been giving her an identical look to the one she herself had made not to long ago at her. She hopped off the clinking washing machine and burped loudly. "Almost done, your turn to hang 'em." she said referring to the clothes in the machine pointing to it behind her with her thumb, much like a hitch-hiker. On her way out of the kitchen, she tossed her bowl into the sink, spoon clattering as the bowl tilted. She turned the faucet on to let the bowl soak so it didn't turn to cement due to being forgotten. She made her exit, leaving her friend to make her "rabbit food" as she liked to call it.
Returning to the dark dwellings of her heavily curtained room, she kicked the mess that was in her path, walking over to the closet to grab her work clothes. Growling to herself at her demanding job, and her lack of ambition to do anything productive with her life. But she had to pull her weight around here, and it was only fair to Devon. She owed her that much for basically parenting her for the past seven or eight years. Even though she was quite the independent type, it was still nice to have someone to watch out for you, and show compassion and concern for your existence. Not like her useless deadbeat parents. As she finished getting herself clothed, she made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Squeezing the tube too hard, she forced an excessive amount of toothpaste onto the brush. Not caring, she stuffed it in her mouth and began scrubbing the little bones attached to her jaw.
As she stepped out, looking for her shoes, she had a large amount of foam leaking from her lip. Causing her to look like she had rabies. Feeling it drip nearly to her chin, she leaned out the window she was near, and spit the large amount of minty bubbles on the fire escape. "Oh yeah, that's womanly." Devon snorted from behind the newspaper sipping her stupid hipster tea, picking at her overly healthy salad as Parker slipped her other shoe on. She rolled her eyes at her all too proper friend. "You're a ball of sunshine today, huh?" she said sarcastically erecting her middle finger (that her friend unfortunately didn't see) and evilly smiling at her on her way out the stepped unwillingly down the eight flights of stairs. A new route she'd taken to avoid the token fat guy every apartment building has, that you always get stuck in the elevator with. Yanking a ten dollar bill from her pants pocket, she stepped into the 7-11 that was quite conveniently located only a few buildings apart from her apartment. Slapping the ten on the counter, she spoke her request. "Pack of F-sixes." she said looking at the clock wondering how much longer she had to get away with being late. The man ogled her curiously. "S'cuse me missy, can I have some ID?" he said in scrutiny. She sighed in annoyance and slapped her driver's license on the counter. Not that it'd be of any use, seeing as how she was too poor to afford a god damn car. He examined it closely "Alright c'mon, I'm in a rush here Paco." she said clearly annoyed. Muttering to himself, offended at her racist name dub, he pulled a pack of her beloveds from behind the counter and registered the ten. Returning a whole four dollars and three cents. 'Wow. That's just great. They raised the fucking price…again.' She thought as she angrily walked out the door.
Scratching the newly pierced area of her upper ear, she missed about nine cabs that were darted for by obnoxious, pigheaded businessmen. "Yeah, thanks a lot. Ya fuckin' cock knocker!" she yelled, face close to the cab's backseat window so she was sure he heard her; raising her arms at the door which had been slammed in her face after her tiny figure had been shoved to the side by another suit. "I'll get a cab by the time I'm fucking 30 at this rate." she mumbled to herself, extremely irritated at the rude man from just moments ago. "Now I have to walk…And I'm gonna be late. Fucking cock suckers." She emphasized the last portion of her statement in her on her way there, her ankle almost gave way to the stress pressure she put on her thin muscular legs. Beginning to slow down because of this, she determinedly reminded herself that if she got fired, she'd have to see the other side of Devon when she got home. And that was something less affordable than losing her job. She picked up her pace again, now sprinting toward the direction of the building.
-If you like it, let me know. I'll probably be more inclined to add more if that's the case-