Thank you guys for reviewing! Originally I thought I would just make this a one-shot but you know. I'm really indecisive. Hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also I was notified that I may have made a couple mistakes about Lyft drivers. Honestly the only reason I did Lyft instead of Uber was because I liked the name. So I'm sorry if the info is all wonked up but I'm just going to leave it. Also I realized that I didn't follow the prompt exactly. Anyways without further ado, the story.
Jade
"Hey!" I exclaimed groggily as my pitch black blinds were thrown open. My eyes burned something fierce and my head swam as I sat up.
"Oh. You're up." Tori smiled innocently at me as if she took no part in my rude awakening. If it were possible her smile seemed to sting my eyes more than the rising sun. I then noticed her wearing my apron and the smell of eggs, pancakes, and other breakfast foods wafted up my nose.
"You made breakfast." I deadpanned. Wait how did she even get here. Maybe this a dream? "What happened last night?"
I saw her smile falter slightly before she quickly covered it up. I was truly puzzled. "Well... Um... You got drunk and asked me to pick you up."
"Why are you still here exactly?" I questioned her while covering my eyes with my hand. I squinted at her and she started to play with a loose thread on her shirt.
"Come on!" She huffed exasperated."I made breakfast. And its getting cold!" She pouted at me and I groaned getting out of bed. I padded softly to the kitchen. The kitchen consisted of a stove, a refrigerator, a sink, a microwave, and a small island in the middle. There were two plates, both filled to the edge with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Tori had even cleaned the whole kitchen. Then my headache grew worse as if reminding me of it. I shuffled to a drawer and pulled out some Tylenol for my pounding headache. Stifling a yawn, I took a seat at the island. Tori looked at me eagerly as I raised a forkful of scrambled eggs to my mouth.
I purposefully raised the fork as slow as humanly possible. I was no different when chewing it. "Its ok."
"OK! Come on. Do you know how long it took me to make this?" Tori gasped faking offense.
I played along."Alright, then how long?"
"More than 20 minutes." She replied cheekily.
After we both finished eating, Tori took the dishes and started washing it. I was nervous. I didn't know what exactly happened last night nor what I might have said to her. "So..." I began sheepishly. "Um... Did I say anything? You know like when I was drunk?"
Tori
Well nothing much except for when you were proclaiming your love to me. "Um... Not really. Why?" I wanted her to tell me that she was in to me while sober. I couldn't say I didn't feel the way.
"Oh. Ok then." She looked around the small apartment and ran a hand through her dark locks. There were some empty pizza boxes and a bunch of paper scattered around. "Sorry for the mess."
To mask my disappointment I said,
"Its fine. You should see my dorm room." I dried my hands and turned to face her. I looked around curiously and asked, "Why do you live in such a small apartment. I mean not to be nosy but I'm curious. You're like rich!"
She chuckled. "Well this might sound stupid but I thought... Well I thought that if anyone followed me and broke in they would think that they got the wrong place and leave. Also I own the whole building." Her bright sea green eyes filled with mischief as our eyes met.
"Oh." I managed dumbfounded. "What day is it?" I questioned not knowing what else to say.
She looked at me then stalked over to a calendar on the wall behind me. "It's Monday."
"Oh. OK." Then I did a double take. "Wait it's Monday! What time is it? I need to get to class!" Chuckling at my panicked expression, she showed me her phone which read 9:34.
Wide-eyed I fumbled to get the apron off. I felt two hands gently undo the knot that trapped me in the greasy apron that read 'kiss the chef'. "Thanks. Bye!" Hurriedly I grabbed my keys and ran out.
Jade
I should start writing. I stared blankly at my project. I knew with the deadline just around the corner I couldn't afford to have writer's block. I needed inspiration. Inspiration. Then an idea popped into my head. When I was younger there was an old park I used to go to. I would sit under this huge oak tree and just write for hours on end.
Too bad Tori's at school. I guess I'll have to walk then. I looked on Google maps and saw that it wasn't far from my apartment. Today was a nice day for a walk anyways.
Upon arrival, I noted how everything was the same. It looked just as old and unkempt as usual. Which I always found weird. There were a few people who always came here to hang out. I guess it's because of its rundown appearance.
There was like an old-fashioned feel about it.
There were benches and some children running around. The nearby playground had become rusted and the paint was peeling off. You could see the grey metal peeking out in multiple areas. The grass was about knee high but I didn't mind.
I had brought my laptop with me and notebook too in case my laptop died. I settled into a grove in my old tree. It was just a slight indentation that fit me as snug as Cinderella's glass slippers. It was like having a super old sofa that you've sat on so much that there was a permanent dent in the shape of your arse.
I let my eyes wander as I opened my laptop. My eyes lingered on a couple having a picnic under on of the many trees. They were laughing and feeding each other. I caught myself wondering if Tori and I would ever be like that. I looked up at the crisscrossing branches like I did when I was younger.
I suddenly saw a teenager with dark curls and bright green eyes sitting on a branch right above me. She had a faraway look in her eyes. I remembered that day. My parents had just announced that they were getting a divorce. I was devastated and needed to get away.
I cleared my head and took out my phone. Plugging in my headphones I pressed play not caring about what song was on. In the End came on and I started thinking about Tori again. I thought about how she was completely different from what I first thought. Then the song Parachute by Ingrid Michaelson. Inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks.
My nimble fingers danced across the keyboard and a story quickly formed. My next movie was going to have romance. Not like my usual two teenager get drunk and stuff, but real romance. Even so, it's still going to be horrifying.
To be continued...
