Flowers

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It's Friday today is not only the first time "Talley's Folly" is showed, but today is the day you talk to Sarah. The day you ask her how she really feels about you.

You were already at work. You were working on the lights when you realize you forgot a small part for them back stage. You climb off the ladder and back stage to grab the piece. As you walk you hear two familiar voices talking.

You peek around the corner and see Sarah hugging another person. She backs away and you notice that the other person was Cherry and she was handing Sarah flowers.

You continue to watch as Sarah pulls in Cherry for a kiss, but it was much more than any "friendly" gesture it was long..drawn out.

'I actually thought Sarah liked me. What was I thinking?! Big shot actress like her would never go for someone like me.' You think as you finally grab the item you were needing, and make your way back into the theater. You try your hardest to hold back tears. 'Wait why am I crying? Its not like she would have felt the same.. I just saved myself the embarrassment.'

You walked back up the ladder, and finished your work on the lights. Once you were done that was it for the night. You wanted to go home and sleep of the feelings you were having.

You finished your task, and climbed back down the ladder. When you reached the bottom you went to go look for Faith to tell her you wouldn't be staying for the play tonight.

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"Ahh why not? Is everything okay?" Faith asked looking at you with question.

"Everything's fine." You lie, "I'm just tired, and since we don't have to technically be here I'm going head ou.."

"What.. Your not even going stay to see me!?" You hear Sarah interrupt from behind you. She was listening to that whole conversation.

You weren't sure what exactly to say so you came up with another lie.

"I already saw you.. Plus I'll be able to any other night, but I really need to get home." You look directly at Sarah; the flowers still in her hand.

"Well you owe me!" Sarah said leaving you alone with Faith. 'I owe her? HER?' You think to yourself as you, and Faith exchange goodbyes.

The cab ride home seemed longer, than normal. When you finally arrive to your apartment. You walk up the stairs to see the door was locked, And you don't have your keys. "GOD DAMN IT!" You scream at the top of your lungs which catches a few stares from the other residents at your apartment complex, but at this point your pissed, and you don't care.
You decide to walk to a bar only a few blocks from your place.
....

You walk into the small, smokey bar. It defiantly wasn't your scene, but you didn't care all you wanted was to drink away whatever you were feeling. You sit down right in front of the bartender.

"What can I get ya'?" She says with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"2 shots of tequila, and a margarita."

"O-Oh my kind of girl!" The bartender says sarcastically turning around grabbing a shot glass, then setting it in front it you. Your eyes widen as she fills it to the brim with tequila. Then filling a second one just the same. "Drink up, buttercup!"

You grab the first shot, throwing your head back in all one swift motion you get it down. Now to the second..

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One margarita, and six shots later..

"One more shot!" You say drunkly, holding out your glass.

"Yes get this lady another shot on me! You hear a familiar voice say.. You turn to see Sarah sitting right next to you now, the very reason you were drinking in the first place.

"No! I'm more than c-capable of buying my o-own drink." You hiccup out, and Sarah begings to laugh at you uncontrollably.

"Shut the f-fuck u-up, and leave me a-alone." You say turning your bar stool completely away from her.

"Oh come on Y/N you need to calm down." Sarah says placing her hand on your thigh. "Just relax.." She whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine, melting just at the  sound of her voice. You feel her hand making its way to your upper thigh..slowly.

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