❛❛𝐇𝐋𝐏 𝐔 𝐇𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐄❆

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CHAPTER ONE

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I still find it miraculous that I managed to pull this gig. I managed to completely failed the interview, spilled coffee everywhere, and I'm pretty sure I permanently broke the espresso machine. But the place is totally understaffed, and I'm sure the manager was just desperate.

I'm not complaining, though. Diana and I have been looking everywhere to find somewhere we could work together, and this is the first place we both liked that would take us both. 
Working here would save us money on busses, but also we would be working together. Like, always together.

And I know a lot of people don't like working with their friends because it ruins friendships or something, but Diana and I aren't like that. We've been friends since sixth grade, and only had one fight. And Diana's, like, completely changed. (Sure, she went through rough patches, but fuck, so did I, and at least we had eachother.) So that's why I'm so glad we can still be together.

"Grayson! Are you done yet?" Diana called, knocking on the bathroom door. Speak of the devil. "I've got a mascara problem!" I sighed. Mascara problems meant she just needed to wash off her under eye or something- I'd only tried mascara once, and I failed miserably, so I don't really know how it works. Anyways, mascara emergencies were when she needed to completely reapply- like, a five minute process. 

"Yeah, Dia, coming!" I replied, opening the door. "Damn, what happened to you?" She shoved past me, rolling her eyes.

"I told you. Mascara."

"Nah, you said problem- not emergency. Hell, I don't even know if this is an emergency- maybe like a 112 call?" She paused reapplying her mascara to glare at me.

"Bitch. It isn't even that bad. See? Almost done." She was right, though. She had completely fixed one of her eyes already. I just shrugged.

"Alright. I'm gonna go get my shoes on- I'll wait for you by the door." She made no acknowledgement of me saying that, so I just walked away.

My shoes- 3 year old red converse, were by the door. Next to them, Diana's Doc Martens. Then I grabbed my hoodie and just waited. It was getting cold in Bristol, but still not cold enough for a jacket. I saw Diana coming behind the corner of the hall.

"Yo, let's go." I nodded, she slid on her shoes, and we walked out the door.

The walk wasn't bad, so we took it while we still could. But like I said, bus money is important- at least, for when it's colder. 
For now, the squirrels were still out, the dogs were still barking at them, and the owners were still yelling at them. Fun.