Life as a Flower

First day of work

Note:

Hello to everyone who reads my story! I just wanted to mention, I put the rating for my story as R. This isn't because I intend on having extreme vulgar things happening, it's just because I want to make sure whoever reads this is 18. Drinking, partying and sexuality are definately themes in this book, so if you aren't mature enough then maybe you shouldn't read this book.

Please let me know what you think the comments, I will try to update often, which isn't that hard because I love to write! This time the picture is of Mickael, since I decided to post pics in order of appearance in the story. Here we go for another part.....

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I opened one eye hesitantly and patted the covers beside me, trying to find my phone. Finally, I did and looked at the time. It was already two in the afternoon. I let out a moan as I stretched my entire body. I slowly sat up, looking at the mess that was my room. Somehow, I had managed to fall asleep comfortably on the pile of clothing I had left on my bed. I noticed Baby was next to my pillow. It made me smile. Baby was a stuffed bunny that I had ever since I could remember. It was one of the few things I still had from when my birthparents had been alive. I don't even know if they were the ones who bought it for me, but I had been sleeping with my Baby forever. In fact, it was a necessity, I couldn't sleep without him,

I dragged my limp body out of bed and opened my bedroom door. The apartment was silent. I stuck my head out and looked in the living room, apparently Hannah's friend had already left. Hannah's door was still closed, so she was probably still sleeping. I went to the kitchen and started the coffee machine. We were going to need lots today, from the look of it. Today was going to be my first day at work. I was starting at four, until nine. The place actually closed at eleven, but I was going to be learning about how to prepare the different coffees, and how things worked more than actually working. Then tomorrow I would be working for real. Thinking about working slowly made me remember what had happened last night, with Kieran and that other guy...I really hoped that Kieran wasn't working today, it would be awkward if he was. I decided I wouldn't tell Hannah about what had happened after she left. It might just make her mad at Kieran, and that wasn't fair because he had been drunk. He might not even remember last night at all.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee slowly filled the room and I decided to take a shower before having breakfast. I felt kind of...well...gross, to put things nicely. Stepping into the shower, I let the water run over my head as I massaged the apple scented shampoo into my long red hair. Yesterday had been fun...I smiled, thinking back to the guy with the tattoos. I wonder who he was? It was so weird, that when I saw him I got this strange feeling of deja view, as if I knew him from somewhere...

"Gosh, you took long enough..." Hannah muttered, massaging her temples. She looked horrible. Apparently she hadn't removed last night's makeup before going to bed, and her lipstick had smeared onto her cheek. I almost laughed in her face, but instead hurried to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. "Hmmm...yeah, sorry 'bout that." I smirked into my cup as I sipped on the hot liquid. Hannah didn't reply and instead locked herself in the bathroom. I laughed a bit and make myself breakfast.

When Hannah reappeared, she looked a lot better. She didn't look as dead...to put it bluntly. I got out of my chair and served her a cup of coffee. She nodded thankfully and sat down slowly, as if she were some elderly person. I raised an eye brow. "You ok there?" I laughed as she winced and nodded. "Uggghhhhh, I want to die. My head is killing meeee....." She moaned and laughed a little bit. "So, how was your night? I'm actually surprised to see you here this morning, I thought for sure you would leave with Kieran..." Hannah said weakly, but her eyes still sparkled with mischief as she raised her mug to her lips. "What the...you would have just let me go with him? What kind of sister are you?" I asked jokingly as I finished the last of my toast. She laughed and shrugged "Well, he's actually a really nice guy. It wouldn't be the worse thing ever, and besides, it's not like I have to protect your V card or anything. You gave that one away a long time ago..." She grinned at me evilly. I only sighed and rolled my eyes. She loved to tease me about that. It was kind of a long story, that involved one of the jocks in high school, whom I was convinced was in love with me, and we would get married, and...well, that wasn't the case. Thankfully, I got over him pretty quick regardless.