gasoline || lalsey

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- Her POV -

"fuck you too steve." i flashed a sarcastic smile and stormed out of the large office., my newly dyed hair swaying harshly behind me. i was never one to have a strong bond with anyone i knew. some might say i'm a bitch or a cunt, but i look past that.

because we all know it's true.

"hey marie, can you get me a coffee? i need one asap." i licked my chapped lips and looked at the small girl. she was 17 and the youngest person to work here. plus, she was very short, which surprised me.

"uh sure ash, the usual?" she looked up at me through her glasses.

"sure." i guess you can say i was semi-nice to her but that's only because she gives me coffee everyday when i need one. it's basically my life source.

i leaned against a counter the of the small kitchen area and pulled out my phone. and before you ask, yes, i'm a singer. frankly, new to the job but i have a semi-huge fan base. who would listen to me though?

i scrolled through twitter and retweeted heartfelt compliments sent by fans. i felt a poke at my arm and looked up from my phone and a tall blonde boy stood before me. he bit his lip ring and looked everywhere but my eyes.

"who are you?" i asked as i put my phone back into my pocket.

"uh, i-i'm new here... your coffee." he mumbled and held out the hot drink.

"where's marie?" i asked, a bit irritated.

"she, uh, had something else to do." i slowly nodded and looked him up and down. ripped black jeans, a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, some stubble and once again, a lip ring. his hair was kind of flat in some ways and his blue eyes stood out fro everything else. defiantly someone who looks not shy.

"your personality doesn't match your clothes." i took a sip of my coffee and winced at the heat.

"mhm." i raised an eyebrow and turned away from him, walking into the sitting area. to my surprise, i find marie napping on one of the couches. i sit next to her and poke her arm.

"marie, wake the fuck up." i said, loud enough to wake her up.

"what?"

"why are you napping? i wanted my coffee from you, not some under-payed intern."

"i needed a break, today's been stressful." i laughed at her.

"today's been stressful? how about having everyday being stressful. it fucking sucks." i huffed.

don't get me wrong, i love my job. i've always wanted to be a singer and preform in front of thousands of people screaming my name, but i never wanted this. i never wanted to lie to myself, nor to anyone else. i never wanted to tear myself apart to entertain people.

and i never wanted to be told that i'm fucking insane.

but i'm not crazy and i'm not insane. sure i maybe lying but i'm not insane, right?

"ash, ash? hello?" marie waved her hand in front of my face an i snapped back into reality.

"hi." i smiled shortly and took another sip of my, now cold, coffee.

"woah you smiled, what a day." she giggled.

"i may have smiled, but i'm still a bitch." we looked at each other for a second until marie cleared her throat.

"hey, do you think the new guy likes me?" she bit her lip and looked down.

"well, you are a pretty girl and can make good quality coffee, so, why not?" she chuckled.