The internship

- Chapter 2 -

When I walk into my apartment I see June pouring out two glasses of red wine. 'Talk about perfect timing' she walks towards me with open arms and a big smile. We hug tightly even though I saw her this morning. 'And?' She asks me as if I'm supposed to know what she means. 'And, what?' 'And? Is he as hot as his pictures?' I scoff, 'He is my boss June.' I whisper scream. 'What? You got hired on the spot? He wants you. I just know it.' June laughs. 'No, I didn't get hired, yet' I tell her as I put my jacket away. 'Oh, so you're a liar?' She smiles mischievous. 'Oh, shut up June.' I smile at her. She has a weird sense of humor, but I don't care. She makes me laugh and I make her laugh, even if we don't get each others humor. I take a seat as she slides the glass of wine over the table.
'So, when do you hear something back?' She looks at me with her head in her palms.
'He told me he would call on monday.' She sucks air through her teeth. 'Oh that sucks, now you have to wait the entire weekend.' She takes a big gulp of wine.
'It's okay. I'll distract myself. Besides I have two other options where I can finish my internship.' I shrugs my shoulders.
'I know but they aren't shepherds hotels.'

June and I met at the job she still works at. It is a hotel down the street. She told me one day about an apartment just a five minute walk away.. And said she was looking for a new roommate. I was ready to move out of my parents' place. I mean I love them but I was ready to live by myself. Well, by myself with June.

She knows like no other how bad I want this internship. I have been talking about it non stop for months. She had to hear all about it.
It just intrigues me how they hold so many great connections with their biggest competitors. Even though they are kind of rivals. What also amazes me is how their hotels are almost all the same. Aside from the different levels of rooms of course. It is impressive how they kept the same interior designs after almost 40 years and still be so successful.

After dinner and an entire wine bottle, I went to the bathroom. June was right. This weekend is going to suck. I hate waiting. I have been impatient my entire life. I once cried at Disney world because the wait was longer than the rollercoaster. I got impatience from my mother.
I turn the shower a bit colder than usual and let the water run over me. I close my eyes and let my head fall back. I let the cold water run over my face for a few seconds. 'Are you almost ready?' I hear June's voice say behind a locked door. 'Almost, like five more minutes.'
I tell her with my eyes still pinched closed. I finish my shower and see her waiting when I open the door. 'Finally.' She rushes aside me.
June is very strict with her showers and made me match her shower routine. I don't blame her, she takes good care of her hair and skin. It pays off as well. Her long blonde hair flows always even if there isn't any wind. 'I just use shampoo, conditioner and sometimes a hair mask.' She told me once. I still don't believe her. She must use all the products Olaplex has or whatever.

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Sunday was the worst. The entire day June and I watched Gilmore girls. I have to watch it because I made June watch Sex and the city with me. 'We'll switch shows, that could be our thing you know.' She argues. 'You have a point. Put it on, I'll make us scrambled eggs and french toast.'
I have a particular way of making my scrambled eggs, my grandma taught me when I was younger.. It's nothing special really. You start off how you normally start off, melt butter in a pan. Then you crack the eggs right on the melted puddle of butter. Instead of stirring the egg goo right away, let the goo harden just a bit, wait till it turns white underneath the clear egg white and then you stir. That'll make bigger chunks and now you also have some white chunks of egg scramble. Rather than the entire thing being that crumbly egg yolk.
'Thank you!' She smiles.
We eat in silence while I hear her giggle about some stupid joke the show makes. I can't help but check my mail on my phone. I stare at the mails my other two internship opportunities wrote to me. Both asked me if I could reply ASAP. I try my best in acting as if I forgot to write back or as if I am so super busy on a sunday afternoon. Is there anyone on the earth that could be busy on a sunday afternoon.
Probably only a pastor or a priest. I snort at my own joke. June turns at the noise. 'You have to pay attention' She thumbs my phone out of my hands. I fake roll my eyes at her and slide from the couch next to her on the floor. I start cleaning the plates just so I can be busy with something else other than stressing about some place I don't even work at. 'Can you grab a pint of Ben & Jerry's while you're there?' June yells, her eyes still fixated on the tv. I open the freezer. 'Wich one do you want? I have Cherry Garcia and New York super fudge chunk.'
I hear a long silence that only gets disrupted by the dialogue Rory and Dean are having. 'Uhm.. are there pieces of cherry in the Cherry one?' She is so picky when it comes to ice cream. 'It has to match the vibe I'm in.' She always says. 'I suppose so, the picture says so' I yell back at her with my head still facing the freezer. I see the white frosting on the ben and jerry's packaging melting. 'Quick before they start melting.'
I tease her. 'Stop hasting me... Ugh, fine the Cherry I guess. Wait no, the chocolate. No wait, Cherry yes the Cherry.' I grab them both just in case she changes her mind while eating. Sunday is my day as well.
I open up the pint and let myself fall back onto the couch.
I still don't trust it mostly because June brought it home because she 'found it' on the streets.
How do you find a couch? On the streets? It doesn't smell gross,Mostly because I made June clean it thoroughly. And it doesn't look like it has been found on the streets.
But still, it is just too good of a couch to leave on the streets of Queens.
I wish I could just go to sleep. Time goes faster when you're sleeping.

'You know who Dean reminds me of?' June asks, looking mischievous over her shoulders at me. I roll my eyes. 'Not again, I thought you were finally over the guy.' She frowns at 'Meghan, have you not been paying attention?' She points her ice cream covered spoon at me. 'Dean is a dick and so is... You know who.'

June once had a Dean. I think her Dean taught Rory's Dean how to be a dick. Her Dean was called Duncan. Which is funny because it rhymes with 'Dump him' a little.
The fucker told her how to dress, who to hang out with, what to like and what to hate. And it is easy to spot as an outsider but he did it so subtle each time. I remember one time I overheard him whining about some guy June was friends with. Apparently he was rude to him or he kept on making sexual comments about June to his face.
And before you side with Duncan on this one. That bitch had like hundreds of girls who were all 'like sisters' to him. Kind of weird to fuck your sister after getting dumped by your girlfriend if I'm being honest. This all happened seven months ago, and about five months ago since she stopped screaming the lyrics 'Irreplaceable' by beyonce. We have now arrived at 'You're So Vain' by Carly Simon. Some might say a step back but knowing June. Peace is goodbye, in her little world. 'No one gets mad at people they don't care about.' She always tells me, usually whenever she snarls at me again for leaving my dishes out.

'Did he wear a ring?' June asks me as she turns the tv off. She's done with Dean. 'I didn't look.' I answer.
'What a bummer, why didn't you look?' June joins me on the couch. 'Because it was a job interview' I pull an eyebrow as if my answer could be wrong. If June could have a say it's probably the wrong answer. 'So what Meg. You kept on drowning in his beautiful, dreamy, deep, blue eyes but you couldn't look, like, a couple inches down at his hands?' She jokes using a strand of hair for a mustache.
'Shut up! And he didn't have a mustache.' I pull the strand of hair from her pursed lips.
'That's a bummer.' She pouts. June loves men with mustaches.
'Well' she slaps her hands on her knees.
'Time to go to bed. Are you coming?' She jumps up and puts the ice cream back in the freezer.
I dramatically let myself collapse on the couch. Even with my arms above my head there is an entire corner left empty. I love this couch.
'Get up!' June says and tickles the bottom of my feet. I jump up.
'Don't' I point my finger in her face as if she is a toddler who just said a bad word. 'Oh no please have mercy' June says sarcastically with her hands waving above her head.

I lay my phone on the nightstand to charge and set an alarm for eight o' clock in the morning. I try to close my eyes to go to sleep. It doesn't work so I just stare at the ceiling until I get tired.