Contaminated [Modern Kylo Ren AU]

Chapter I - In My Head

TW: Drug / Alcohol use, unwanted sexual advances, mature language, body image, complicated parental relationships. 18+

This is my first FanFiction, and it is a work in progress...I hope you guys enjoy! :)

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"How many boxes to go?" Y/N asked. Sweat was beading on your neck and shoulders. Your T-zone was glistening with hard work. It was unseasonably warm in New York for October.

"At this rate, only a couple of hundred more..." sighed Liz, as she rolled her eyes and wiped her brow.

"Well thanks for the help, you guys. I don't think I could have done this without you." You heft out a deep breath as you lean over to drop a box full of books onto the worn wood floor of the now-crowded living area. You could feel a drop of sweat slide its way down your neck and settle in the valley of your breasts.

"I can tell you for certain that you definitely couldn't have done this without us." chuckled Jo. Jo was a perpetual athlete, her tone remained flat and unaffected. The only sign that she had been busy with work coming from her mussed hair.

You Smirked. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that so that I can continue to be appreciative of your help." You whispered under your breath.

"Let's just say you'll owe us both a couple rounds of drinks after this. Think of it as the cost of labor, plus tip of course!" exclaimed Liz.

"Alright, already. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get to the bar." you sighed, exasperated at this point.

It seemed like just yesterday you were interviewing for your dream job in your dream city, and now here you were with your whole life packed into brown boxes, barely being held together by thin layers of clear tape.

Change never came easy to you, but now was a good time as any. You needed to stop making excuses, and this was your chance to prove to everyone that you were serious about moving forward. It was time to let the past die.

You had only wished your family could have made the trip to help you move in. It was all so strange. You spent 25 years living within miles of your family, and now suddenly there was all of this distance. It was no secret that your mom didn't exactly approve of your sudden move; she said that it would be a mistake, one that she wouldn't help you fix this time.

You were no stranger to mistakes. You had a history of making friends with the wrong people and falling for the wrong men. Isn't that what life is about though; making mistakes and learning from them? Your mom saw mistakes as imperfections meant to be avoided at all costs. That was something that you both would never agree on.

"I think that's the last of them!" Liz cried as her chest heaved and she rested her palms flat on her knees, keeled over.

"Time to Pre-Game!" sang Jo as she danced the short distance into the kitchen.

You smiled as you took in your new home. The walls were thin, and most of the views from the second-floor walk-up left something to be desired; but, in reality there was nowhere you would rather be. When you heard that Liz and Jo's third roommate would be moving out you knew that you had to jump on the opportunity to live with your old college friends. It certainly beat having to sift through endless craigslist and facebook posts of random people looking to fill the spot of a lone roommate. You really could count yourself lucky for the timing of everything.

"What are we feeling tonight ladies? Beer, Wine? Tequila?!" Jo yelled over the sound of Frank Ocean now blaring from her phone.

"Did you just casually throw Tequila into the mix?" You asked, giggling to yourself.