Fresh out of University and still have no clue what to do with my life. Great. My twenty-one-year-old-self thought over again and again of what to do. Though, so far I'm still in my part time job from Uni, still living in the crappy apartment I can barely afford, then to make matters worse, my eighteen year old sister was now starting Uni near me and would be living with me. She was coming over a couple of weeks before my birthday. So I had 27 days of freedom until I had her in my apartment. 24/7.
Over thinking things was something I had become very familiar with, and to be completely honest, it didn't help me at all. If anything it just made it worse. At the beginning of my uni degree I had planned to do my history degree, then become a history teacher, but now I felt like I would just be wasting my time.
Well, I can wait. An opportunity will come. Some day soon. I hope.
I stayed in my bed all morning on my laptop checking twitter. I decided that 2pm would probably be a good time to get up. I sat up straight, pulled my legs round to the edge of the bed. I dragged myself to the bathroom to have a quick shower. Afterwards I pulled on my black and pink jogging shorts and grey T-shirt. I walked into my room glancing for my trainers, which were thrown on the floor, where I had left them from yesterday's attempt of a relaxing long run. I had run down the road on my way to the park, passing the bakery on the way. Stupidly, I had money on me, and stopped for a snack with the excuse of 'It will keep me going.' But my willpower got the worst of me, and I ended up going back home.
Therefore today, my aim was to eat a quick piece of toast with peanut butter (YUM) and be on my way. Run through the park. I was still munching on my toast as I got in the elevator and pushed G. I finished the toast as the doors opened, I walked out in a bit of a rush hitting, what I assumed was a wall, on the way out. "Ouch" I whispered under my breath and turned scowling at my arm, as I heard a chuckle. I raised my head to see that is no other than my best friend Kyle. I jumped to give him a huge hug, caught off guard he luckily stopped us from tipping over backwards.
"Why are you in such a rush?" He said, painfully slow.
"Off for a run, because I missed the past couple of days for various reasons." I babbled on quicker than ever.
"I see, well I was just about to come up to see you."
"Well, I'm gonna be an hour, so, you're more than welcome to join me, or you can wait. But the more time we stand here, the more time we waste. So hurry up and make a-"
He cut me off "Can I quickly change?"
"Fine, I'll meet you in the bakery down the road?" I quickly cursed after I had spoken, after all my aim was not to stop off there.
"Okay, but don't eat to much, I know what you're like."
I dumped my keys in his hand, for him to change in my apartment. I took off without a goodbye, which didn't matter because 1. I'd see him in like 10 minutes, and 2. I would be saying goodbye to a closed elevator door.
I walked to the bakery, not wanting to use up all my energy before we had even started. I had met kyle at Uni, we had memories to treasure, but we found out that friends was the best option. So a few drunken mistakes and 3 years later he was the only person from Uni I had any intention of keeping in touch with. He had his life planned out for him, every step. His parents were controlling, as for mine the advice I was given was no where near a step-by-step guide to life, no. I was told 'Go where the wind takes you, live with no regrets.' Which to be fair, is fabulous advice... for a leaf. I on the other hand needed a little more guidance, which Kyle was determined to give me.
I heard the bell as I walked through the door to the bakery, realising I was already here. It was awfully quiet, probably because on a Wednesday after lunch everyone was at work. Work. The one word I dreaded more than love.
"Hi Charlotte!" An excited voice greeted me. I had come to know Jennifer in my many visits to the bakery early in the morning through to closing in my Uni years, she was a couple of years older. "Hello?" Her voice startled me, as I gazed at all the delicious cakes.
"Sorry, how are you? and just one of the small chocolate cupcakes."
"Yeah, sure, I'm good, yourself?" She said politely whilst bagging it.
"I'm not bad, still thinking of what to do with myself now that I'm out of Uni!" I cheekily winked. She had always said she would be proud when I finished.
"So what is your next step?" She quizzed.
"Out the door." I said bluntly.
She looked stunned as she looked over at the door, almost about to faint. I turned to see what was happening.
I had certainly not planned on him showing up in the same mile radius as me in my life. I'm sure he didn't recognise me. But I sure as hell recognised him. I turned on my heel back to Jen, but she wasn't there. I went behind the counter to find her checking her reflection in the metal surface of the bin. "omg" she kept muttering. Unbelievable. I thought to myself, I stood up as if it were anyone else to ask how I could help, but before I could say anything. He ran behind the counter with us, and asked if he could hide out back. Jen, looking like a fool, almost drooling nodded. I nudged her to show him the way, and whispered how I'd look after the front.
"Jeez, there are so many people out there" Kyle said.
"Yeah, we have none other than Louis Tomlinson in the kitchen." I sighed. Kyle knew I had known him, and everything about 'us'. I hesitate at that word, we were 16.
A/N Sorry for the slow update. I probably will update tomorrow and hopefully Teusday, but after that I have a week on dofe then a week in Germany, so no updates for 2 weeks after that. Sorry xox