𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕.

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The apartment is quiet when I finally get home, everything is standing still with the low volume of the tv playing in the living room. The chairs are pushed back into the table, the counters are spotless and there is a sticky note on the microwave indicating there is food stowed away in there for me to eat. The apartment for the most part has always been clean. Even just existing makes me feel like I am making a mess.

I peer into the living room, where Monique and Eliana are watching tv. Monique finally has her attention away from her laptop and Eliana has the next two days off, they are huddled under two separate blankets with the latest Love Island episode playing. "Hey," Eliana says, lifting her head. "How was your first day? I heard the company there is super laid back, did you know that in one issue of a magazine they said they do freezie fridays."

I laughed and spent a few minutes telling them about the assignment I was given and my first day at the diner, too. They tell me they're so happy I am settling in and both take turns telling me about their days. Monique showed me her latest project for her job, a design for a new movie coming out and this was the first ever promo photo that anyone would be seeing. Eliana tells me that today she got to sit down and talk with Tom and Zendaya, both who came discreetly for some food.

I smile and stand back up. "Where's Vanity?" I ask. "I have to talk to her about something, an upcoming project that I am doing and could use her advice."

"She's been in her room since this afternoon," Monique says. "You know, she seems to be doing well considering, well, you know, she has four projects due at the same time next week."

I don't know, but I like to pretend I do.

"You want to watch something with us?" Eliana asks. "Maybe a second vote will get Moni to finally let me rewatch Survivor."

I tell them maybe later and head down the hall to Vanity's room, past the row of pictures lining the walls. There are tons from the girls and their recent travels, some were outdo and others were recent. I know because Monique doesn't have blue hair anymore and Eliana has lost some weight.

I pass Vanity's room on the left and find her lounging on her giant bean bag chair, headphones around her neck with her stylus stuck in between her teeth as she finds the end of it to be a good way to stay focused. Her room was her, there was no other way I could describe it minus it was her. Blue LED lights hung around the crevices of the ceiling, neon posters scattered around the walls, hats from different countries she visited for shits and giggles. Her bed had no post or frame, the mattress on the floor with two mirrors facing away from one another, and the bed. She was the only one with a balcony, though it was cluttered with art canvases and potted plants. On her desk sat her art supplies scattered on the surface with paint markings and smeared notes.