Broken Promises.

Chapter Fifteen- I bet you.

Chapter Fifteen- I bet you.

Bridgette's P.O.V

  "Why yes, Emerson. I am capable of driving to the store." I said to Emerson as I was currently applying eyeliner to my tired and puffy eyes. I set my cell phone down on the counter and pressed the speaker button.

  "I know you can, it's just not legal. Plus it's three in the morning." She replied to me, her voice filling and echoing the bathroom, I rolled my eyes and set down my eyeliner to pick up my mascara.

 "So what do you suggest? We have no groceries to feed my hungover self." I replied to her.

  "Bridgette Stone. You're capable of taking a bus to a restaurant, aren't you?"

  "Yes, Emerson." I said to her, I screwed the lid on to my mascara, and threw it back into my make-up bag. "But it's three in the morning, I doubt anything's open." She laughed, "My head is fucking pounding."

  She laughed once more, "try working with it." I laughed back at her and stopped.

  "I'll pass on that one, feel better!" I responded while turning off the light switch in my bathroom.

  "You'll pass or you're just that lazy." She said, I rolled my eyes and huffed loudly. "Thought so."

  "Well, everyone needs that one house sitter. What would this flat look like without my constant pick up?" I asked, and laughed. I walked over to my closet that held all my attire to fetch out another shirt. Apparently it's another challenge for me to drink coffee without spilling it all over myself and homework.

  "Ah. Everyone also needs an extra set of pounds for rent." Emerson replied with a small laugh, "if anything getting a job is the best thing for you." I sighed at her added comment, and grabbed one of my many black tee's.

  "Give me reasons why, and if you're lucky, I might, maybe not, might consider it." I spoke, "don't count on it."

  "Well first reasons, pounds. You'd have money, I'd have money."

  "I don't smoke." I replied to her with a small laugh.

  "Cigarettes have nothing to do with this you fat peasant."

  "They blow out your money and destroy your lungs." I began lecturing her, earning a major sigh from the other line.

  "Thanks for the advice, Mom. That's not what I'm saying." She replied to me, I threw my shirt over my head and slid it on my tired body.

  "What are you saying then?"

  "You could meet more people." Emerson responded, "like that boy at the bakery."

  "Ew. Other people." I said, "and what are you suggesting? Should I start dating?"

  "That would be good for you." She said, "you haven't dated anyone in almost two years." I rolled my eyes and played with the strands of my hair that was left from my messy ponytail. "Bri. Promise me you'll at least consider my words? It's really getting to the point we can't make rent."

  "I don't make promises," I began, sighing, "but I'll consider it, maybe." I added with a blank expression. My mind again wondering to a familiar yet faint face; Louis Tomlinson.

  "Maybe? Bridgette!" She screamed playfully, I rolled my eyes and picked up my cell phone to make the speaker call become silent.

  "Bye bye, Emmy." I said laughing and clicked the end call. I sighed and walked back over to my bathroom to grab my purse that was set on the counter. I grabbed it swiftly and shut the bathroom door loudly. My mood was once happy and giggly, now it's pissed and not in the mood to face.. anyone.