* 10 YEARS LATER *
Alex Vause POV
A few years back, I stopped writing in that journal I was given when I was fifteen. I gave that up for a new job. Sitting in a bar with a few friends, we drank alcohol, laughed, and just enjoyed being friends; all five of us. I did eventually make friends, even if it took a few years. Taking a sip of my beer, I saw a beautiful woman, who looked to be about 5'9, walk in. She was blonde and looked professional. Watching her walk to the counter, I saw a few papers in her hand. "Hey you," I say, hoping she would look over, but all she did was situate her bag. "Laura Ingalls Wilder," I call once more, and I finally have her attention, which is quickly pulled away as the bartender had approached her.
Piper Chapman POV
Walking into the bar, I was hoping to get a new job, which I was desperate for. There weren't many people in the bar, but there was a group of six women at a table who looked like they were enjoying themselves. Walking up to the counter, I waited for an employee to come by. Standing there for a moment, I thought I heard someone, but brushed it off, adjusting my bag. "Laura Ingalls Wilder" I hear come from behind, making me look around when my attention is drawn to the group of women at the table I saw when I first walked in. Before I could answer, an employee had finally walked over. Explaining my resume, I was let down but ordered a margarita that would hopefully cheer me up.
"It's a little cold for a margarita, don't you think?" I was questioned as one of the women from the table sat next to me, setting her beer down to grab my papers.
Alex Vause POV
Reading the paper, I knew it was complete bullshit, and so did she. "Bullshit. Bullshit." I say, reading off each of the jobs that she has had. Looking back down at the papers, my attention is drawn to the girl. "Do you work here?" Laughing, I shook my head a bit. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Continuing to read the paper, I laughed quite a bit. "No one named Polly Harper is put in charge. Who is that really?" I ask her. "That's my friend" She responded. Carrying on for a few, I finally got to her name. "Piper Chapman," I read to myself. This couldn't be. "So, Piper Chapman, huh?" I ask, smiling at her. Smiling back, she grabbed the papers from me. "I like that name. What else do I need to know about you?" I ask her, looking down for a slight moment.
Piper Chapman POV
After talking to this girl, I couldn't help but feel as if I knew her. "Who are you?" I ask, after talking to her for a few minutes "I'm Alex" she responded, which triggered my memories. It was her, but I wouldn't say anything about the past. She probably though I abandoned her. "What do you do, Alex?" I ask her, seeing a smile creep upon her face. "I work for an international drug cartel." She tells me, taking me by surprise. She has definitely changed since she was fifteen. By the time I finished my margarita, we had gotten to know each other better, and she invited me over to her place. "Maybe I should tell her that we already know each other. I should wait until we get to her apartment though." Walking out of the bar, she took me to her car and helped me in, as I was a little drunk, but not enough to not understand where we were.
The drive to her apartment wasn't very long, which was a good thing. We didn't talk much in the car, but when we got to her place, all we did was talk, and strangely, had sex, which felt amazing.
"Hey, Alex," I say as I open the car door. "When we get inside, I need to tell you something. It's fairly important." Stepping out of the car, I saw her nod, and she led me into the small two bedroom apartment.
"Okay, so Alex. We used to be friends, back in 1997. You gave me my first kiss, and then you didn't see me at school. My mom made us move, and at thirteen, I couldn't do anything. I've seriously missed you so much, you have no idea." I let it pour out, hoping she would remember. "Oh my god, Piper! I remember, and I couldn't figure out why you left, I thought you hated me. When I received the text from you on Monday that year, I for sure thought you'd never talk to me again." She stated, making me tear up just a bit, and she wiped away the few tears, giving me a hug. "Pipes, I swear, I thought I'd never see you again, and it hurt knowing that you left." Hugging her felt amazing, but what happened next was even better.
"Horrible, wasn't it?" Alex smirked, coming out from under the blankets, wiping her mouth. "The worst," I smiled, as we kissed. BeforeI was able to go down on her, her phone rang, and she absolutely had to take the call.
Sitting up in the bed, I saw a dark figure standing in the hallway when it suddenly started running towards me. "Alex!" I yell out, hoping she can hear me, but before I know it, the person is on top of me, and punches my cheek, rolling over onto the floor, Alex finally runs into the room, grabbing the person off of my chest. "Al... She, she just broke in." I tell her, rubbing my cheek a little. "I live here!" Looking at this woman, who's name was Sylvie, or that's what Alex called her anyways, I looked at Alex. "I want her out of here," Sylvie told Alex, and I started grabbing my clothes. "Piper, it's complicated," Alex stated as she watched me gather my clothes. "Wheres your other shoe?" She asks, and I decided I'd walk home without them. "You can't leave without your shoes, they're nice shoes." She tells me, and I looked to her. "They're from Marshall's, bitch," I say, closing the door behind me.