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Summary: Zaida and Taylor just graduated college and live together in a house as roomies. They're now looking for jobs and when they start looking, they find a few guys to go along. Maybe a little too many and that were into some bad stuff...

CHAPTER 2

Zaida got out of the shower and got dressed meeting Taylor in the living room. "Breakfast?"

"Got nothin'," Taylor said.

"I'm gonna take a walk on down to the shop then, want anything?"

"Yeah, just get me like a cinnamon roll, yeah?"

"Sure," Zaida walked out the door.

Taylor went upstairs to take a shower while Zaida was gone.

Zaida walked down their porch way and took a left to go down the block into the small city before the big one to go to 'Daphnee's Pastry Shop'.

She came up to the shop and walked inside to be greeted by Daphnee, "Hey, Aida. What can I get you this morning?"

"Hey, Daph. Umm… could I just grab one of those delicious cinnamon rolls you make, actually two of those. A Mocha Latte and a one of your nifty 'hot chocolate on ice' type of thing."

"Is that all?" Daphnee asked as she was put the cinnamon rolls on the counter and went to get the Latte and hot chocolate.

"Yes, that should do it."

"Where's your girlfriend this morning?"

"Waiting for me to come back with breakfast," Zaida smiled and grabbed the drinks and cinnamon rolls.

"All right, Hun. Have a nice day."

"You too, Daph."

"C'mon back tomorrow."

"Probably will…" Zaida walked out off the little pastry shop and started walking past the little tables outside when she runs into someone and falls down with the drinks pouring all over her. "Oh no…"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the person that pushed her down was a young looking man. He kneeled down with some napkins he grabbed from a table and started wiping her off. "I should have watched where I'm going…"

"No, it's my fault."

"Hardly…here," the man helped her up and reached into his pocket and brought out a five dollar bill and handed it to Zaida. "This should take care of it."

"No, you…"

"That's not enough? I think I have another five around here somewhere…" he started rummaging through his pockets for more money.

"No, that's quite all right," Zaida handed the money back to the man.

"Are you sure? I mean I just ruined your whole breakfast. You can't exactly have a pastry without coffee, now can you?"

"It's not the end of the world…" There was an awkward silence.

"Oh, so sorry. My name's Carter…Carter Whitmore," he said.

"Nice to meet you," Zaida held out her hand, Carter shook it. "My name's Zaida Micheals."

"Nice to meet you…oh. I suppose you should be going."

"Oh…yeah."

"So…see you around?"

"Maybe…" Zaida turned around and walked away. She could feel his gaze on hers until she turned the corner.

'Wow' she thought. 'Carter…that's a nice name. He was nicely built, a blonde, tall, around six feet she guessed. He had a strong but firm grasp when he helped her up and also shook her hand.' What was she thinking, she was never to see him again. So just forget about him. As easy as it sounded she could not.

She reached the house and put the cinnamon rolls on the kitchen counter and rushed upstairs to change, passing Taylor along the way.

"What happened?" Taylor asked.

"Accident…spilled," Zaida quick changed her shirt. "Just got cinnamon rolls."

"Good enough for me," Taylor went back to walking downstairs and grabbed her cinnamon roll, soon joined by Zaida. "So this is what I figured," Taylor jumps on the couch like a little girl. "We have a whole Lord of the Rings day today."

"Sounds good. Pop I the first movie and let's get it started!" Zaida said.

Taylor got up and put in the first Lord of the Rings DVD and sat back down.

They sat and watched the three movies through out the day into the night. Occasionally getting up to get something to eat and to use the bathroom.

The movies ended between nine and ten.

"What shall we do now?" Zaida asked.

"I don't know, not doing anything except watching movies all day leaves me with a lot of energy," Taylor answered. Zaida looked at Taylor and slowly smiled. "You thinking what I'm thinking."

"Girl, I know what you're thinking," Zaida got up and went into the kitchen and then to the bathroom, bringing out eggs and toilet paper. "Ms. Curber's house…sophomore year?"

"You know exactly what I'm thinking," Taylor smiled and got up.

They got into Taylor's red Monte Carlo and drove away.

An hour later they arrived at a small old brick house with all of the lights off, looking like either she was asleep or no one was home.

"We're so bad," Taylor said.

"I know," Zaida smiled.

"Here," Taylor handed Zaida the toilet paper. "You TP, we all know you've been the queen at that since middle school." Zaida smiled. "I'll egg."

"Let's do it," Zaida snuck around the back of the house and started Tping the back yard before she went to the front and then finally the house itself.

While Zaida was Tping the house, Taylor was busy egging it from different angles. They finished about ten minutes later.

"Wow," Zaida came back with a bunch of empty rolls of toilet paper. "I feel like we've gone back in time."

Taylor smiled. They shared a moment of silence and laughter until a light switched on outside.

"Uh oh…" Taylor and Zaida said in unison. They ran back to Taylor's car, got in and quickly drove off.

"Wow, that was close," Taylor said.

"Just like old times," Zaida laughed.

Sirens pulled up behind them and started going off.

"Crap…" Taylor said.

"Relax," Zaida said. "Just pull over and relax."

Taylor nodded and slowly pulled over. The cop car pulled up after them, a cop stepped out. He came up to Taylor's window and knocked. Taylor rolled down her window. "Can I help you Officer?" she asked.

"Do you girls realized you were going fifty in a thirty mile zone? I don't know if you're in a rush or something. But consider this a warning," he said.

Relief surged through Taylor. She was speechless.

Zaida leaned over, "Thanks, we'll be more careful. Sorry about that."

"All right then. I got my eye on you two…" the officer smiled at them. "Have a nice day now."

"Thanks," Zaida said. She nudged Taylor.

"Oh, yeah…thanks," Taylor started the car and drove away.

The officer smiled and got back into his vehicle and drove away also.

Zaida sit in the seat next to Taylor, laughing. "Oh my gosh…that was priceless. Taylor, loosen up."

"Sorry, I've just never been stopped by the police…unlike you."

"What, it's not my fault I was born to make trouble…" Zaida and Taylor smiled.

They pulled up back at their house a while later. They went in and did the same as before, pajamas and bed.


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