currently writing this on my phone at a dentist appointment so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors <3
_________________"[y/n]??"
i feel someone shaking my shoulder.
"hmmmmmbahggggggghghhguhhhhjj" i mumble some incoherent words.
"we're closing now [y/n] you have to go home." Florence slowly urges me out of the chair.
"ah!" i jolt
did i fall asleep?
"Jeez [y/n], bad dream? Come on," she struggles to help me get up, "there we go."
"what's? where?" i look around still in a sleepy daze.
"please pack your stuff up. i can give you a ride home." Florence says while looking at me.
i must've fallen asleep while thinking. wow. that was a bad dream, seems like a bad omen or something.
"Right, right." i say, mostly to myself, "oh yeah i don't need a ride home."
i'll probably take the bus home or something. as much as i love her, i don't want Florence seeing where i live.
i start to pick up my stuff and put it into the bag. i look down at the watch on my wrist to check the time: 10:27.
oh, they closed 27 minutes ago.
"Sorry for falling asleep, you should've waken me up sooner."
My stuff fits snugly in the mediocre size bag i brought.
"No don't apologize it's fine, really, i just got done cleaning and stuff anyway. and i'm giving you a ride home, seriously, you're not taking the bus home at this hour." she insists.
HOW DID SHE KNOW I WAS GOING TO TAKE THE BUS HOME???
she knows me too well.
"really it's-" i stop talking when i look over and see her glaring at me. "okay fine if it'll make you happy."
She smiles brightly, "great! i'll go start the car, meet me out there."
i pick my bag up from the floor and remind myself to check my email when i get home. i'm nervous to see the results of my application and i don't even know why.
i walk out the building to see Florence right outside waiting for me so she can lock the door.
...
"wait, [y/n] where do you live?" Florence quickly turns to look at me with wide eyes.
"yeah that might be important to know. it's birch wood apartment complex on fifth." i say calmly, my voice getting quieter when i say the name of the place i live at.
damn i can't believe i forgot to tell her my address. i really need to sleep more.
we finally arrive at my complex.
"is this..." Florence looks out her window with a grimace and gestures to the falling apart building.
i feel like i should be offended right now.
my cheeks flush in embarrassment, "uh yes it is. thanks for the ride." i smile awkwardly.
ohmygod. kill me now.
"yeah..."
okay this silence is getting awkward. is it really that bad Florence??? I mean i'm sure it's worse than what you're used to but still!! you could at least be nice about it. wait to make me feel shitty.
i grab my stuff and get out of her—really nice—car, and smile one last time as she drives off.
maybe we're not platonic soulmates...maybe she's not my person
god, i've been watching too much greys anatomy.
i don't want to think about that right now though.
i head up to my apartment and just drop all my stuff on the floor. i'm exhausted and i just want to go curl up on my bed in a fluffy blanket and cry.
why am i not good enough?
not good enough for Florence. not good enough for my dad. not good enough for anyone.
I feel my eyes burn and immediately blink away what would have inevitably spiraled into an hour-long crying session.
i almost want to laugh at myself. i'm pathetic.
i shake my head at myself and go sitdown at my small desk pulling my laptop out of my bag and setting it down.
maybe i at least got that job? if i even want it anymore.
i open my email and find an unopened message waiting for me.
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[y/n] [y/l/n],
thank you for your application. please come to avengers tower tommorow at 10 in the morning for an interveiw.
~
that was...breif. well, i guess i have an interveiw to go to tommorow. yay me.
okay, goodnight.
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a/n
question of the day- if you could go on vacation anywhere, where would you go?
hey all, thanks for being patient with me. hopefully i'll be updating more this week, but i also have finals sooooo that will be annoying.
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