The MakeUp Artist Internship

An Unlikely Roomate: Jade

     I was out for pizza with Peter.  He said he had papers to grade and wanted a break.   He wanted me to come over for the night.   I would sit next to him watching movies or old YouTube game shows.  I loved The Price Is Right and Peter just asked me to do that.   He would pause and kiss me, sometimes we'd do more, but when he had a grading deadline, he was zoned in.    Life was pretty good. Mom was back from the island and she said, "One day we had sex on the beach from one int he afternoon until late at night.   "He just smelled so good, like the island," Mom said.   Mom said she had the best time.    

     "I want you to come home and stay with me," he said.   I was driving him in my 2012 Altima.    He had asked me to pick him up and I obliged him.   He had walked as it was sunny and it looked like he was at home at night, which was detrimental.   We went to O"Relliey's and we were eating pizza and talking.   They had the best pizza in the city.   

      "I hope you don't get mad, but my old roomate and I used to smoke cigars here.    Charisse used to get mad about that," I said.

"Really?"

"Yes.  I am not very ladylike."

"I find it charming, but you are.   You love fine cologne.   You like to wear dresses and I have seen your makeup collection.   You are very ladylike.   It's just you didn't do what Charisse wanted.   I hope she finds that."

"She might, in prison,"  I laughed.    However, I would take that back.   Peter didn't tell me she was writing him threatening notes about burning his house down,  severely injuring me, and publishing nudes of me.   

"She'll never go.   Daddy will keep her out."   

     "I want you to stay tonight, like overnight," he told me.

"I have to get my clothes though.  It won't be that long."

"Of course.  I have not seen your apartment." 

"It's a studio.  I have a bathroom, bed area, microwave and refrigerator.   It was nice during covid."   

     We get our clothes.  I had to clean off the seat for Peter.  I was embarassed.   "Sorry,"  I said.  He seemed a bit miffed, but he said, "I will train the messy outta you."  He kissed me and we went to my apartment.    It wasn't that messy.   He got to meet my puppy.   He was a cat man.  He seemed afraid of Venus.    He sat on the bed.   It was a full bed.   "Nice, firm.   Have any boys been on it?"   I told him, no.  "We'll have to fix that."  He said.     He kissed me.   That led to us getting naked on the bed and having a quickie.   However, this quickie, or half hour dessert, saved our lives.   We drove to his house, but something was glowing and red.   When we got to his house, it was engulfed in flames.  Peter grabbed me by the wrist and asked about his cats, big brownish black cats.   The officer said he didn't see anything and said, "I don't think they Weill survive."  Peter held my hand so tightly and cried.  I was there for him.  I texted my mom that we were okay and we have a place to stay.   I texted Scott that Peter would be staying with us.   He said that it was cool but no sex all the time.   

     Peter had nothing.   Not a stitch.    He and I went to Wal Mart just to get him a few things.  H e was so upset.   I called Johnny when I went home and he took a shower.    Johnny wired me some money for him.    Peter lost everything.    Everything.    I called Paul and said I was going to help him and was only working until noon.   He said, "No.  You take the whole day off.   Go help him find things.   I will pay you."

     Peter went to sleep and we went to the house in the morning, as the police were there.    So was the arson unit.   Peter was sullen and I told him I was here for him, and sorry that it was partly my fault for this happening.;  "I fell for you," he said.   "I have no regrets over it.    I will be busy with insurance claims and other things for a few months, and I get to live like a college student again with a pretty girl this time."   I asked if he had a girl in school and he said, "Off and on."  He smiled.  

    We pulled up to the house. It was a smoldering mess but in an envelope was a message, "I hope you both burn up".  He handed it to the police officer.  Charisse tried to kill us.   The police officer asked if this was a true threat, and we said "yes".   "We were making a baby with her and I fell for this girl," he said, taking the blame.   "I see."  I gave them her address and she wasn't home.   The place looked abandoned.   I am sure she went up to the lake.  I told the officer and the police put out a search, they asked her parents and they said, "People just break her hearts." He asked where we were staying and he said that he would watch our place.    Peter was distraught.  He could not salvage anything, and he lost, books, clothes, furniture, and his cats.  When we went home, he cried the whole night.   

     There was no sign of her Porsche, but she would be caught in Chicago trying to get a hotel room the next morning.  and Charisse would be able to have a girlfriend who wouldn't run away from her.