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Zoey POV
I entered into my apartment. I had a really great day. Work wasn't crowded. I majored in History at NYU. History was always my favorite subject in high school, so when it was time to go to college I knew I wanted to peruse it more. As of right now, there aren't many jobs available that involve history. I work in a Museum. the museum of natural history! I find it fun and exciting. I am just grateful I have a job at the moment, especially one that I like. At work, Mike was all over my mind. I couldn't wait to text him when I got home. I would've texted him at work, but my boss is so strict. Poor Janice got fired for calling in sick last minute.
"Zoey we need to talk." Courtney said as I stepped foot into our apartment. It was about 7 P.M. I could tell Courtney was looking at my flower. She had a confused look on her face.
"Yeah, sure!" I said brightly and cheerfully.
"Well first off, why are you wearing a tacky flower?"
"Well first off, it is not tacky!" I viciously snapped back at Courtney. After realizing what I said I covered my mouth.
Did I really just give my best friend a nasty attitude?
Courtney rolled her eyes and got up from the couch. She walked into her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
"Courtney open up, I'm sorry I didn't mean it!" I said banging on her door.
What was she going to ask me anyways?
"Courtney I said I'm sorry!" I said banging the door harder.
The door slightly opened.
"Are you done throwing your sassy fit?" Courtney snared
"Yes! I'm sorry!"
"Fine." Courtney said as she came out of her room.
"Sorry." I said yet again. I felt so bad, I really did. I don't know what the hell went over me.
"Stop saying sorry! But I wanted to know where you were today and what did you do, and don't lie to me!" Courtney said pointing her finger in my face.
What did I do? I just went to see Mike and went to work. There is no way of her knowing that I went to see Mike, right?
"You know I don't lie Courtney. And I was at work."
"Where were you before you went to work?" She asked crossing her arms.
I doubt Courtney knows I went to see Mike. But the only places I've been today were the hospital and work. So she must know. I should tell her regardless. I mean, Mike is a nice guy; she just has the wrong impression of him.
"I went to the hospital to see Mike." I said tilting my head down.
"Why?"
Why? Maybe because he's a sweetheart. Maybe because he didn't deserve what happened to him and having a little company would be nice! Maybe because I cant get enough of him.
"Because he's a nice guy and I'm sure it gets pretty boring up there in the hospital."
"Did he give you that flower?" Courtney asked pointing to it. I nodded.
"Do you like him Zoey?"
My heart was locked in the room of secrets and I felt it pounding on the door screaming to be free. I couldn't keep it closed in anymore.
"Yes."
I still felt a heavy pounding, I was anxious to hear what Courtney was going to say.
"Well why didn't you just tell me?" Courtney said smiling.
A weight lifted off my shoulders. I guess I was so afraid of what Courtney would think about me liking Mike, since she is the closest person to me. I ran up to her and hugged her.
"So tell me everything that happened!" She said as she pulled me down to the couch.
Gwen POV
Another crappy day at work. I hate working in Hot Topic, but that is the only store that'll hire me. Not because I'm lazy, not because I'm not smart, not because I'm not talented, but because of how I look. I'm your average girl really. 5'6, Caucasian, friendly, brownish-grayish eyes. However I'm goth. I love black, midnight blue, dark purples and teal. My hair is chopped short and in messy layers. It is black with dark teal strips in it. I usually wear dark teal lipstick to match my hair. All black clothing. My completion is very, very, very fair, it's almost like I have no pigmentation. People ask me why I dress the way I do. My response is the most honest and obvious answer out there: "Because I feel like it."
I may be goth and seem dull and life less but I'm really not. I believe that people put in a lot of effort in their clothing to fit in or showcase what they have. I like to keep it simple. I rather put all my efforts in something I love, rather than trying to impress people who could probably care less about me. Take my artwork for example. I put most of my free time and devotion into my art, to improve myself, for myself, by myself.
After work, I usually go to central park for a while and sketch people; I earn a few extra dollars by doing that. Today I just felt like testing out my new F pencil. I pulled out my sketch book from my black bag. I climbed the big rocks and sat all the way at the top. There was one guy that was up here with me. He looks very attractive. He has jet black hair, green eyes, and a muscular body. He strung his guitar, checking to see if anything was out of tune.
As he did that, he slowly looked up and our eyes met. I felt my heart skip a beat.
The one time I check out a guy I get caught.
I quickly looked down at my sketch book and began drawing the baseball field that was in my view.
I could feel him staring at me.
Don't look up, don't look up.
Maybe this is how he felt when I was looking at him.
I heard him play a beautiful melody. He started to sing.
"Here alone,
In this world filled with the unknown
It would be nice to have a hand to hold
Maybe than this world won't seem so cold."
As he sang, I closed my eyes and let my imagination saturate the blank page in front of me. I opened my eyes to see one of my best pieces yet. It is two hands on top of each other and the Earth is below it. I drew the Earth to be frozen. The warm hands connect and you can tell that the top of the Earth was melting away from the coldness. Love can warm the coldest, the biggest, the most complex situations.
I gently ripped it out of my book to put in my portfolio. The wind picked up and managed to blow it right out if my hands.
The guy with the guitar noticed and grabbed it before it fell down the rock.
He looked at it, and then looked at me.
"It's beautiful" He said while handing it to me.
"Thanks" I said. He sat next to me.
"My name is Trent." He said smiled at me.
"Gwen" I said with a smile back.
Dakota POV
It felt like I was staring at my phone too often and for too long. Kyle, my boyfriend, hasn't been answering his calls. It's been awhile since we actually went out on a date and had some 101 time. He was supposed to come by yesterday. No show. No call. Nothing. I know he's a model, and he's busy. But I'm a model too! Okay commercial modeling is nothing compared to high fashion, but the point is, can't he just make time for me?
I got up and stretched. Stretching always makes me feel better. I was elongating my legs. As I was getting into a peaceful trance, my apartment door opened.
I didn't even have to look to know it was Kyle; he is the only one who has a spare key to my apartment.
I looked at him. His hair seemed very messy. But everything else seemed normal. He hugged me. But it wasn't one of those I missed you so much! Hugs, it was just a normal hug.
He told me about his day and how busy he is. He told me that he feels bad for never having time for me. So tomorrow, I have to meet up with him at Bluefin at 8 P.M., so we can enjoy a dinner together. I smiled and agreed.