❝bad girls, see them out on the street at night.❞
follow the life of jamie boyd, a 30 something year old as she is looking for love in the big apple.
( maleoc x femoc)
(lowercase intended)
(october 18 - ongoing)
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! BAD GIRLS ! BAD GIRLS !
( a sex and the city fic )
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JAMIE'S BROWNSTONE HOME new york, new york 9:15am
i ran around the house like a crazy person as i tried to quickly get dressed and eat. jemma stared at me from the couch, laughing at me.
"you look like a squirrel on crack right now." jemma said between fits of laughter, watching me run around the house like a madwoman.
"shut up." i muttered as i carefully put on my new jimmy choo kitten heeels.
she continued to giggle, clearly amused by my frantic behavior. "where are you going in such a rush?" she asked, propping her chin on her hand.
"work. and i'm late." i informed her as i grabbed my purse. "now, are you okay being here by yourself? because if not, you can always come to work with me." i said as i ran a hand through her hair delicately.
"i'm fine, auntie." she said with an eye roll. "i'm not, like, five, you know?"
"i know...it's just-" i started to say but the sound of the doorbell ringing caught my attention.
"expecting company?" jemma quipped as she watched me walk to the door.
i looked through my peephole to see a 6'2 man with dark brown almost black hair. my brother.
"goddammit, dakota..." i said under my breath as i unlocked the door and opened it to find my big brother standing there, casually leaning against the doorframe. "didn't you say you were on your way like...last night?"
he raised an eyebrow at me and grinned. "yeah some 'things' came up." he said simply as he walked inside, not even bothering to ask.
i closed the door behind him and crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a disapproving look. "things?" i pressed.
"things as in diana..." he said referring to his soon to be ex-wife.
i sighed and shook my head, rolling my eyes. of course. "what did she do now?" i asked, knowing full well it was most likely some stupid and ridiculous fight over something minor.
