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Saturday morning, Alex was single mindedly rumbling through her closet trying to find something to slip on. She was already late for brunch with Nicky and if possible, she'll never hear the end of it.
Her phone held between her shoulder and her ears, she listened to the ringing as she slipped on a pair of black worn out jeans.
"Here I thought you forgot about little ol' me." The voice came teasingly as a reply.
Alex chuckled. "You're the only woman for me babe. However the hell would I ever forget about you?"
"How is it going sweetie?" Diane asked.
"It's going as well as it can go." Alex replied truthfully. "The job is so fucking stressful and miserable. But I miss you, love of my life."
"I miss you too baby girl." Alex could hear her mother's smile through the phone.
Alex really grew up with nothing. A hard working-ass mother whom she barely saw growing up because she had to work constantly to make ends meet. She's not only lucky to have Diane Vause as her mother… she's damn proud. Her mother is her best friend in the entire world.
"Did you get the boxes I sent you FOR Valentine's Day?" Alex asked.
"Of course I got them." Diane replied. "I tell you to save your money Alexandra. Quit spoiling me with them expensive Hollywood stuff okay? I might get used to them."
Alex laughed. Her mother deserved everything. Not just some stupid boxes monthly filled with crap. All these years of struggle… Alex was just glad when she got her mom to quit her job and bought her a nice comfortable home in the suburb of New Jersey. All her life, growing up as a little girl that's all she ever wanted.
Sure the way she earned the money, she wasn't totally proud of it. Lying to her mom of course at the time— definitely not proud. But it all worked out for the best. And it was a huge weight lifted off her back. She didn't have to worry as much.
Now her mom can relax— go on trips, have a little romance if she so wishes (Alex just didn't want to know about them) and while she's at it, she can write many more best selling novels.
Her mom could finally have a life of her own that didn't involve her working low wages and constantly worrying about her. That… Alex could live with.
"I'm coming down to see you in April." Alex told her. "We'll go to Spain and have a blast for your birthday."
"Al, honey— wouldn't that be too expensive?" Diane asked.
"Nonsense." Alex replied as she continued to shuffle through her closet, this time looking for a shirt.
Black— nope.
Grey— not feeling it.
Red— eh?
Green— blah.
Finally she settled on a white t-shirt.
"You're not changing my mind about this, Diane." Alex said decisively. "I have to go meet Nicole for brunch but I'll call you soon."
"Okay." Diane agreed. "I'm proud of you, babe."
Alex smiled to herself. "Thanks mom." She replied.
"I love you."
"I love you too, mom. Bye."
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The line cut dead and Alex smiled once more. Looking at the time, she realized that she was beyond late and ignoring Nicky's text messages were probably for the best. That girl has a mouth with the ability to drive a person off a cliff. And not in the good kind of way you might think… at least not between the two of them.
Gross.
She put on her boots then swung one of her many black leather jackets over her shoulders. Her dark hair in a high messy bun, she grabbed a dark shade of sunglasses and headed for the door after picking up her keys from the foyer.
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"Egg-white omelet, pancakes— four stack and a side of bacon. Please make them crispy but not burned? And for drinks, just keep the Mimosas coming"
"Fatty." Alex mouthed over the table with raised eyebrows.
"Fuck you, cunt." Nicky mouthed back.
Alex chuckled as she gave the waitress a once over in her apron. Maybe 5'5, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, pink lips. Short legs but amazing curves. She was packing some serious junk in the trunk. Hm… definitely a nice ass.
"And for you, what can I get you?" She asked, with a blush— catching upon Alex checking her out.
"I'll have a fruit salad and a salmon bagel sandwich." Alex smiled. "Thank you sweetheart."
…
As they waited for their order to come through, the two best friends settled for their first cup of coffee.
"So tell me, did you fuck Blondie yet?" Nichols asked, getting straight to the point. "Gimme. Gimme all the juicy details. I need something to get under your skin about."
Alex rolled her eyes. Typical Nicole.
And by "I need something to get under your skin", that was translation for "I need to stop thinking about my night in Vegas with Lorna Morello."
Alex knew. And being the amazing best friend that she is, she was going to help.
"Jesus, be a lady Nichols."
Nicky sighed as she ran her fingers through her shiny strawberry blonde hair (that by the way she's been taking better care of as of lately.)
"Fine, Alexandra, did you rock Blondie's world yet with your unbelievable skills?"
"You need help." Alex scoffed.
"You and I are beyond couch time, honey boo-boo."
A throat clearing sound came from the waitress. When Alex looked up, her face was flushed. She had obviously heard Nichols.
"I'm sorry, pretty girl." Alex apologized. "My friend here has a mouth to match that oh-so fascinating imagination of hers for drama and such."
The blonde blushed. Displaying the food in front of the ladies. "No worries. I didn't hear a thing." She winked. "Enjoy your food."
When the waitress left once again, Nichols looked up at Alex with a look in her eyes and stupid fucking grin.
"What the fuck was that?" She asked, smiling.
"What the fuck was what?" Alex asked, popping a strawberry from her fruit salad in her mouth.
"You were totally flirting with her, dude." Nicky said.
"And since when was that a bad thing?" Alex chuckled. "Are you secretly in love with me?"
"You fucking wish." Nichols said.
She couldn't resist it anymore. Her mouth was running water just by the smell of the nice crisp bacon on her plate burning her nostrils.
She took a bite and hummed. "I'm just team Chapman."
At that, Alex rolled her eyes. "You don't even fucking know her."
"True, but I'm the one who's ears literally has been falling off week by week listening to you talk about her." Nichols reminded her. "And what is happening with you Vause? Are you losing your shit? All the morning breakfasts' and afternoon sexicular and you two still haven't fucked yet? What is going on?"
Alex burst out in laughter. "Sexicular? That's not even a fucking word."
"Whatever fucker." Nichols dismissed her a wave. "That's why you turn up to be the teacher and I'm the— I don't even know. Investor." She said.
Point taken.
"So what is going on?"
"You really want me to rut in prison with smelly, ugly bitches don't you?" Alex raised her eyebrows as she fixed her glasses. "Let me spell it for you: s-t-a-t-u-t-o-r-y- r-a-p-e Nichols! I'm all for the pussy, but God help me, I'm not that fucking stupid or greedy."
"You're braver than I am, sister."
Alex chuckled. "Obviously." She smirked. "But I do have her number."
"You little shit!" Nicky blurted. "And you waited most of this stupid brunch to tell me that?"
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for torture."
"Cunt." Nicky flipped her off. "So are you gonna use the number."
"I'm tempted to." Alex replied honestly.
Just then, the hot little waitress walked by to get an order from a new couple sitting way back in the patio, under a nice green tree that created a soft breeze.
Spring is going to be beautiful.
"But for now, I have a better score to win because I am H-O-R-N-Y as fuck and somebody needs to sex me right this very minute before I lose my fucking mind. Solo work ain't helping so much anymore."
"Gets yours girlfriend." Nichols said encouragingly. "Girl's got to get it where she can but don't mistake that for anything else. I'm still team Chapman though."
"How are we friends again?"
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Brunch came to a wrap and Alex called for the bill. Being late, she agreed to pay and save herself a lifetime of the reminder.
"Meghan is it?" Alex looked up from the tab in her hand at the tag on the blonde's yellow shirt.
"Yeah." The nameless blonde with the serious junk in the trunk replied.
She looked twenty-something and didn't flash a "STATUTORY RAPE = PRISON" sign at her. She'll do.
"I'm Alex."
"Nice to meet you." Meghan smiled.
"Do you drink Meghan?"
"Yeah. Legally."
"Ooh, even better." Alex smirked. "What time is your shift over?" She asked.
"Seven."
"Come to Joe's. I'll buy you a drink, pretty girl."
"We'll see." Meghan replied with a smile. She took the tab from Alex and headed back to work.
"See… I didn't lose my shit." Alex told Nicky.
Nichols rolled her eyes irritatingly, knowing damn well that the girl will show even though she pretends that she's beyond that.
She hates those kinds. Stupid little bitches.
"Just fuck her good and once, will ya?" Nicky began to stand up from her chair wit a full stomach. "She looks like she needs it."
Alex chuckled and followed the same movement. "Come to the bar later, crazy."
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This is it guys! I know this chapter was extremely short but I didn't want you guys to think that I'd given up on it. I promised drama and that will come with a bunch of different characters and Piper will be the star of it (Obviously!) Stay tune for that next chapter. Anyways, please leave your reviews and let me know what you guys thought. Until next time…