Blythe's POV:
"What was that fight about?" Silver asked, we were still on our way to her place. "Oh… well do you remember how I told her, when I was 13, that I was gay?" I answered. – "Yeah?" – "Well it turns out she never properly believed me. She thought it was a 'phase' or maybe she just didn't want to understand me. So I told her again and I explained that it's just a fact and I'm not going to change, even if she wants me to." – "And then what happened?" – "It… umm, let's just say… the conversation got out of hand and she started shouting at me. I shouted back. She slapped me. I packed my stuff and left. She doesn't care anymore. Not. A. Big. Deal." – "Blythe it IS a big deal! You just ran off, because you had a fight with your mum!" She sounded both angry and motherly at the same time. "Plus knowing you and judging by the size of your luggage, you have no intention on ever going back there. Which…" – "…you don't think is a good idea. I get it, but I'm just not going back there." – "So, what? You're going to sleep in my guest bedroom for the rest of your life? You neither have a job nor are you going to university at the moment, honey." – "Well I can figure that out when I'm at your place. I always wanted to be a stylist, this might be my chance for a fresh start in the city?" – "A stylist? I know you love fashion, but being a stylist isn't easy and it sounds like you just want to do it out of desperation." – "Look I'll manage – I always do." I sighed and turned up the radio.
Just shortly afterwards we arrived at the skyscraper she lived in, a friendly concierge opened my door first and then helped Silver out of the car. "Thanks, Jack." She handed him the keys upon which he smiled and drove off into the underground garage. We entered the building through the front entrance and were greeted by the receptionist Bridget. "Ah, Mister Anderson, welcome, I take it you will be staying with Miss van den Bergh?" I nodded and Silver led me to the elevator across the entrance hall. She lived on the top floor of the 20 story building. She helped me carry my bags to the guest room or shall we call it my room, since no one else ever sleeps there and everyone in her family has their own room in her apartment, should they come and visit. She hugged me and gave me a goodnight kiss, before she eagerly jogged off to her own bedroom looking extremely tired. I closed the door and switched on the television, while I unpacked my stuff and put it into place. The wardrobe was quickly filled up and the bathroom quickly stacked with my washing utensils. I put my laptop on the desk in front of the huge glass wall that surrounded her entire apartment. It gave the place great lighting during the day and the city lights at night, were a delicacy of their own. I slipped out of my clothes and got into my bed with only a singlet and my underwear. I watched re-runs of '90210' and 'Gossip Girl' on the telly until I felt extremely sleepy, which was at 4 in the morning. I switched it off with the remote and fell asleep, thinking of opportunities for me to get the job I wanted as soon as possible.