semi-automatic ; j.d

thirteen ; drunk confessions

"honey what happened?" asks jenna as she opens the apartment door. she has a bottle of wine in one hand, one of tequila in the other. she's not sure what's going on so she didn't know if mia was in a 'i need a glass of wine' mood or a 'i need to get hammered' mood.

mia grabs both bottle and walks past her best friend. "fired," is all she says as she goes into the kitchen to grab a glass and a bottle opener.

"what?" jenna asks incredulously, her pretty blue eyes widening. she closes the door and follows mia to the kitchen. "why?"

she rifles through the drawers for the bottle opener. "because my boss is a bitch, that's why," she says and picks up the tool. she pushes it in the wine bottle and pops the cork. "she wanted me to drop out of college so that i could work at that stupid magazine. like full time, as a career."

jenna sits down at the island. "i thought you didn't even really like working there?"

"i didn't, but it was good pay," says mia while she gets two glasses and fills them with the deep red liquid. "so now i'm pretty much fucked, and my mom is gonna make me move back in and she's gonna give me her whole 'writing isn't a reliable career' speech, and-"

"mia, stop," insists jenna. she knows that when mia's upset, she goes on auto pilot and never quits. "it's gonna be alright. we just paid bills last week, and you'll find another job in no time."

"yeah, but a good job?" counters mia. she slides jenna one of the glasses and then downs her own in one big sip. as she sets the now empty glass down she shudders at the feeling of alcohol igniting her system. "that place took me all of senior year just to get my foot in, and even when they actually gave me a job i still had to a shit load of things until i was writing stuff."

the blonde girl purses her lips in thought. she knows in her mind that with mia's writing skills she'll be able to get another job somewhere better, but it's hard to convince mia of anything when she's upset. "alright, i think you need shots," she declares and untwists the top off the tequila bottle.

"this is true," says mia before she takes the bottle and wastes no time in bringing it up to her lips and takes a long swig.

"i hate you!" exclaims the now-crying black haired girl as the youtube video ends. she's sitting on her bed with her laptop resting on her crisscrosses knees and a half-empty bottle of rum in between her and jenna.

the blonde giggles like a child that's just been reprimanded and finds it hilarious. "isn't that sad?"

mia nods fervently, "yeah, it's fucking sad! why did you have to tell me they broke up?"

for the past half an hour jenna's been showing her cute couple videos on youtube of these two teenagers, and after showing her the last video she told her that they broke up last year.

" 'cause i didn't want to have this information all to myself," explains jenna defensively. "now we can both be sad together."

"fuck you, that broke my heart! i wanted them to get married and all that shit," mia cries, shaking her head. she wipes at her tear-soaked cheeks and sniffles. "now i miss josh."

"you should totally call him."

mia waves that thought off, "no, no, he's probably busy being a rockstar and playing drums and being all cute. god, he's so fucking cute. why does he have to be so fucking cute?"

"so that you guys can date and be cute together," answers jenna as she texts on her phone. tyler's telling her how the show they just played went, like usual after their set.