What He Needs

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"What am I going to do, Wes? I lost my internship a month ago and I still don't know what I'm going to do"

I'm trying to relax by my indoor pool but it's not working out like I'd hoped it would. None of the internships I applied for have called me back, and I'm getting desperate. I can't live off my parents forever.

"It's only been a couple weeks, Navi, you have to give it time" Wesley tells me as she pulls herself out the pool.

I roll my eyes, "Easy for you to say. You have a job"

She sits next to me toweling off her long mahogany hair. "It's temporary. I'm not going to be a waitress forever"

I sit up pulling my knees against my chest, "But it's still a job. Something I don't have"

Wesley drops her towel on the foot of her lounge chair and stretches out to air dry, "I told you, you can work with me. Mike's is alway hiring"

I shake my head. I don't want to be a waitress, I don't have that kind of patience. "I'll get fired the same day they hire me"

We laugh knowing it's true, "Good point. I don't know, Nava, keep looking. Hey, maybe your mom will let you intern for her business"

"What? Booking gigs?"

"Yeah! You love music"

"Yeah, singing it. Not finding and booking it" I point out.

Wesley shrugs her shoulders as she gets comfortable, "Why do you ask for advice if you're not going to take it?"

I shake my head, "It's nice to hear outside opinions"

Although her idea of working with my mom for a while sounds like a good idea I know it would be anything but what Wesley thinks it is.

"But I'll find something"

"I hope it's soon so you'll stop whining about it" she slips her glasses on.

"You really suck ya know"

"So I've been told many times" she gives a toothy grin.

I wrinkle my nose to her taking my statement the wrong way, "Ew"

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Later that night I once again go through the classifieds to see if anyone is hiring. I feel like I've been doing this for ages and I still haven't found anything.

Abandoning this task I grab my phone ready to try texting my friend Callum, then decide against it.

Not talking to him has been hard. Callum used to be a very close friend of mine. I met him my freshman year of college and we just kind of stuck together until we took it up a notch my junior year.

The first time we slept together, we agreed to stay friends.

Everything was fine, of course I sometimes wished we could be more than just friends but I knew I wasn't the only girl he spent his time with.

Sighing heavily, I drop my phone back on the bed.

We broke things off a few months ago. I can't even begin to explain how I felt knowing that not only did our fling end but so did our friendship. Every now and then I get the urge to text him but I don't have the courage to actually do it. He's probably fucking someone right now.

To distract myself from that thought I flip my TV on. Instantly a commercial pops up on the screen advertising last minute tickets for The Weeknd concert this Sunday.