Jessie
He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket
He rolled his eyes, dragging the green button up
"Jessie! Baby! Awww haven't spoken to you in ages where you been sweetheart?"
"Muummm" he exaggerated his exhaustion
"Oh come on! It's been months! I need to know that my precious little son is okay"
"Yes mum. I'm fine"
"Darling I need to talk to you about something"
He frowned
"Now, I don't want to get you worried.. but father's quit his job. Says he doesn't like it! So where not going to have as much money as before. Meaning, you're going to have to get a job. I'm going to have to get a job. I was thinking nurse maybe? Where not going to be able to supply you with as much money anymore. Maybe just half of the rent? I'm so sorry dear, but your father's already made his mind up. I tried to persuade him but no luck. You know what he's like"
He sighed
"Yeah mum. I know. I'll try to get a job as soon as possible. Talk to you soon. Bye bye"
"Bye darling. Take care"
That was the last sign. He needed that job. he was ready.
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RomanceJessie is an unemployed 25 year old scurrying the streets of London, living off benefits and a small weekly "allowance" of £40 from his ashamed parents. Wondering what to do with his life, besides sitting at his one-bedroom flat whilst chugging beer...
