Neighbor // j.b feat. c.b [bwwm]

three | play hard

"Ugh, mierda! You'd think with all this work and all this money they have, they'd hire some more people to get this work done." Jessica said. I looked around the thin grey wall that separated our work spaces and gave her an amused smile.

"Uh-uh, I know you not in here cursing." I told her.

"I'm sick of all this work. I love fashion just as much as the next girl, but researching how long Beyonce has worn Tom Ford does not interest me." she told me, leaning back in her chair. The space between her eyebrows was wrinkled as she pouted. I swear she's such a big baby.

"Well, what would you rather write about?" I asked her.

"I'd rather be in Beyonce's dressing room getting a sneak peak of her tour outfits, getting style tips or even styling her. Hacer algo divertido! Not this research bullshit." she said. I could tell she was frustrated by all of the work we've had to do lately and I don't blame her. She just needs to know how to contain herself while she's still in this building around all these ears. Even as much as she's complaining I know she doesn't want to lose her job.

"It's almost our lunchtime. How about we go somewhere together and we talk about it?" I suggested. She nodded her head and sat up straight in her chair, allowing both of us to get back to work.

Not even thirty minutes later we were at a restaurant she chose, that wasn't too far from our building. We had just gotten our food. I ordered a chicken salad with a glass of water since I wasn't that hungry and Jessica got a plate of spaghetti with a side of fries for some reason.

"I missed this place! I haven't been here since Jade left." she said, sticking a fry into her mouth and chewing it.

"Jade left? When?" I asked. Jade is a pretty little black and asian girl who works in the entertainment department for our magazine. She mostly writes about movies, music, and tv shows that people should watch. We don't really cross paths that often. The only reason I'm familiar with her is because she lives close to me. I've taken her home a couple of times when her car was in the shop and Jessica begged me to do it. That was a while ago so I would've forgotten about her if Jessica didn't bring her up so much. They seem to be closer than most people at the office.

"The other day. Didn't even tell me until this morning, that puta." she answered. I ate some of my salad before I responded to her.

"Where did she go? On vacation or something?" I asked, stuffing my face again. I know I was just eating a chicken salad but it's really good. I'll have to come here more often.

"No, she's on location to write a piece for the magazine's blog." she said simply.

"Sounds fun. Is she on a movie set? She's probably in Chicago for that new Batman Vs Superman movie they're filming. I'm so hype for that."

"Uh, no, it's not for a movie... She couldn't really tell me what she's doing." Jessica said, stuffing a fork-full of spaghetti into her mouth and staring down at her plate afterwards. I nodded my head at the little bit of information she gave me.

"So what was up with you back at the office?" I asked her.

"I'm just over the work they give us lately. It's too much and it's not even interesting. Put me in these people's closets, let me style them. I want to talk to them personally, not search them on the internet."

"Hm. Have you asked fo-"

"Don't even say it! You know how they are. You take what they assign to you, no trades or swaps." she said, mumbling something illegible under her breathe before taking a sip of her lemonade. Her lips left a soft pink stain on the straw once she went to eat again.

"Then it sounds like you're at the wrong job to me. Have you ever tried being a stylist?"

"I'd love to, but.. I wouldn't even know how to get into something like that." she told me. I drank some of my water before an idea popped into my head.

"Okay, how about this? The next time someone drags me to one of those celebrity events, I'll let you style me. We'll post pictures on instagram and and twitter and I'll tag you and tell everyone how in love I am with your style because I already am. I'll even call my normal stylist to see if he needs any help or has some advice for you. He's really nice so I'm sure he'll help." I told her. I swear her face lit up like the morning sun after I was done talking.

"You'd really do that for me, chica?!" she almost yelled, sounding super excited.

"Yeah, why not?" She stood up and ran around the table, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tight squeeze. I laughed and tried my best to hug her back. I'm glad I could do something for her that makes her this happy. Even if we aren't friends, she's the closest to one I have here and I like to see the people around me smiling. It makes me happy to see it.

We went back to the office after we finished lunch. We both had a lot of work to get done and the quicker we finished it, the better. Jessica was in a much better mood after our lunch and I was glad for it. She was bound to get in some type of trouble for running off at the mouth like she was. After our talk she wasn't even complaining and I was able to work next to her with no interruptions.

I actually stayed at the office well into the night after most of my coworkers had left. I had a bunch of work and research to get done and I always feel like I get more done at the office rather than at home. No one likes to turn in late work or try to ask for an extension. That just doesn't fly in this business. We have a deadline and if you can't produce by that deadline then you get left behind. Even the best journalists can get fired for not turning things in on time. Especially when you work for a magazine that everyone is dying to work for. It can almost make work feel like a competition sometimes. You feel like you have to work hard, you have to be better, you have to be faster than your peers. Before you even realize it you're trying to beat Brenda from the freaking video game department because she's Employee of the Week and has her picture plastered on every floor. You're driving yourslf crazy trying to be better and get noticed. Meanwhile she doesn't even know who you are and is just doing a good job at what she does. It can get stressful and a bit... crazy.

By the time I pulled up to my house I felt like a battery running on it's last bit of charge. To put it simply, I was worn out. I wanted a message, a few good laughs, and a cuddle with my baby. I just wanted to relax. It seems like I haven't done that in a long time.

I stepped out of my car with my purse and work bag in hand and locked the doors. There was the distinct sound of voices and loud music coming from Justin's house and when I pulled up I noticed the cars lining the block and stuffed into his driveway. He must be having some type of party. As I went inside my house I wished I had the time and the friend list for that kind of stuff. I wish I had a lot of things right now; like food and my boyfriend. I haven't talked to him at all today and that just made me miss him more. It isn't fair that he's out having fun and meeting people all over the world while I'm stuck in this big, lonely house by myself. I want to enjoy myself, too. I want to have fun.

I put my bags down in the living room and went straight to the kitchen to find something quick to eat before I got into bed. As soon as I opened the refrigerator my doorbell rang. I hadn't even got a good look at the inside of it before I was closing it and sprinting to the front door.

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sorry for the terrible spanish. lol two years of passing spanish did nothing for me.

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