Streetlife

45 - Thursday Morning

As Callie rolls over in her bed feeling Stef's warm body next to hers, she doesn't even realize what time it is until she see the sun beaming through the shades. She didn't even really remember getting into her bed or taking her clothes off as she rubs her face and eyes and suddenly pops her eyes open realizing she is supposed to be at work.

"HOLY SHIT!! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!" She jumps out of bed scrambling to find her clothes as she is fully naked which seemed to always be the case when she was with Stef. Naked, high and having a lot of sex.

"What is wrong? Cals, what the fuck is wrong?" Stef mumbles into the pillow as she barely opens her eyes seeing the frantic girl running around the room. It had been a long night for her as well especially after having another altercation with Lena just a few hours ago.

"I...I missed worked. I never miss work! I'M DEAD. DEAD! Do you know what I am?" Callie stumbles over her shoes as she tries to grab her bra.

"Dead?" Stef replies as she gets up slowly and grabs Callie's hands forcing her to look at her.

"Calm down ok? Relax, shit happens. What you don't get fuckin sick days from this hooking shit?"

"No, not at all. No never. I mean we have one day off a week, but we have to show up every other day, and Julius wakes me but I think he tried to and....OH MY GOD STEF!" Giant tears roll down her face now as Stef wipes them softly.

"Ok first, like I said, relax. Two, relax. Can you start now?" Stef soothes as Callie shakes her head vehemently.

"No. I need to make a certain amount and if I don't, I'm fucked. I'm screwed. And I have to hand in my money at 7 AM at the Palace and...and..."

"Ok. You can't cry. You can't, no way. Because people are what they call fucking human, Cals. Look it's probably my fucking fault anyway I'll fix it for you."

"NO. You...I can't get you involved!" Callie wipes her tears as Stef moves to look her in the eyes.

"It's ok sweetie. Come on let me make you some breakfast...we can chill a bit and I'll talk to your boss. Mm? Besides I was supposed to bring him dinner and I kinda overslept on that too." Stef says as Callie laughs trying so hard to calm down but she was so scared and worried even if she knew Lena was collecting the money this week. That meant nothing because what if Warbucks suddenly showed up?

"Stef, I already fucked up, okay? I have to come clean to you. Warbucks, he was so angry when he found out I was playing in Grand Central in the afternoons. It was like I wasn't allowed to make more money for myself without his...his blessing, and..."

"Wait," Stef cuts her off as her eyes narrow. "In trouble how? What the fuck happened?"

"He told me I was to hook on my day off for as many days as I sang there and then some, and...ummm," Callie swallows hard as she sits on the edge of the bed.

"What?" Stef asks softly as she moves to sit beside the girl wondering how this man really was. She thought Callie was weird, sure, but what more could have happened? Was her brother right? Was Mike abusive? She found herself to be somewhat a good judge of character but it could be off. "What the fuck happened Cal?"

"Noth...nothing," Callie smiles thinly as she meets Stef's worried eyes.

"Come on, babe, lets go eat and figure this shit out. Ok? Stop worrying." She softly kisses the girls nose as she grabs her smokes, lights one and heads into the kitchen for she wasn't going to pry just yet. But eventually she may.

Callie on the other hand was a nervous fucking wreck as she throws her teeshirt on. She liked Stef, she liked her a lot, but getting high with her was...well, Callie wasn't sure as she headed out of her bedroom and the smell of coffee and eggs hits her.