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CHAPTER ONE — What we got baby is secure
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In adolescence it happens very often to set goals for when you'll grow up. Hoping to be able to achieve your dreams, or maybe going to live alone as soon as possible —away from your parents and the suffocating air of sharing the same roof. As an example everyone has them, the parents, who choose the most basic life stream.
1. Find a job. 2. Get married. 3. Die. ( Obviously )
That was the synthesis of what often happened. Very often. Clearly no one could escape death, but one way or another one could escape the monotony and make the right choices.
Isabelle had always been excited about growing up. Mostly to be able to do whatever she wanted without her mother reminding her of her age — which meant she couldn't.
Until she wasn't.
Once she turned 18, she found a small apartment in which she moved in with her sister, and from there she began to feel the weight of being an 'adult' on her shoulders.
When she was a child, naive and innocent, she always thought she would never need a job. And oh, how wrong she was.
Obviously people are not born rich, and money does not grow on trees, somehow you have to be part of the working society. Work work work. Until you retire and die, right?
That's how it works.
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The sound of the fridge closing woke her from her whirlwind of thoughts, and she looked up at Pope who was already intent on looking at her with a small smile. "So? I asked you somethin." He shook his head with a small chuckle, placing the carton of milk on the table in front of them.
Pope had been her best friend since they were both in high school, Isa's favorite person ever. She often spent the nights in his apartment, as in this case.
Isabelle wrinkled her nose in confusion as she sat down on the kitchen counter. "I wasn't really listening to you" she admitted, placing her hands on her knees.
"As I expected," He sighed, a teasing edge in his tone. "I asked if you were still looking for a job, your head is in the clouds today." He patted her leg lightly as he leaned against the counter next to her.
She rolled her eyes playfully, before nodding. "Yeah, no news." She huffed with a shrug.
With a hum, the boy looked at her and tilted his head slightly. "And if I had some news?"
She raised an eyebrow, and her full attention was now on him. "What do you mean?"
"You already know that I work in an office, don't you?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer he continued. "My boss is looking for an assistant, and you still have time to do an interview. I thought it would be a good fit for you" he explained briefly, occasionally gesturing to explain himself better.
Isabelle's eyes seemed to light up, and a smile flashed across her lips, accompanied by two dimples on the sides of her cheeks. Usually the idea of work didn't elicit such a reaction from girls her age, quite the opposite. But for her it was a total relief.
"Now you're finally going to stop complaining all day about this" Pope said playfully, smirking at her.
"Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted her gaze to her legs that she was currently moving back and forth. "The first step is to pass the interview, then we'll see"
He chuckled in response, stepping in front of her and lifting her chin to meet her eyes. He then placed his hands on either side of her body, settling between her legs. "You already know I'm just kidding, you're cute when you complain and roll those eyes of yours" he said playfully, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Oh, am I?" She tilted her head slightly, sighing at the feel of the kiss that lingered on her skin. Her tone was playful to match his, but she could clearly feel shivers running up her spine.
"You don't know how much" Pope's lips were still curled in a soft smirk, as he continued to look at her straight in the eyes — like there was nothing around them. His fingers had begun to trace the sides of her thighs, the movements slow.
She bit her lower lip lightly, feeling a strange sensation in her stomach. Not an unpleasant one, but still. "Good to know then"
The boy's gaze fell on her lips, noting the subtle gesture of her teeth biting the soft skin of her lip. "Oh, don't do that" He said with a dramatic sigh as he brought his eyes back to hers.
She huffed in amusement, placing her hands on his arms and stroking them lightly. "I do it if I want to" she said teasingly.
He chuckled, the sound of it low. "Oh yeah? Really?" he raised his eyebrows, an amused expression all over his face as he watched her cheeks turn a slight shade of red. "Then the blame goes to you if something happens. What do you think?"
"Oh god." She covered her face with a hand, stepping off the counter in one quick movement. "Didn't you have to do breakfast? I'm sure that milk on the table will go bad or something" She deflected, clearing her throat.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he looked at her. "Alright, alright. I didn't mean to make you so nervous." He raised his hands in mock surrender, before turning away to reach for a cup.
She breathed a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding, feeling her cheeks burn and her stomach like it was flipping over and over.
Damn.
i finished the chap quite casually but i totally lost inspiration. hope u enjoy this anyway
