Lauren bored as usual, decided to make plans with friends. All chossing to step foot in a strip club, when entering the foggy building. They all immediately got excited as it wasn't what they have expected. It was much more classy, the girls were we...
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Lauren lived in New York, down on Brownstone. She was an intern for a magazine company, very much enjoyed writing articles about celebrities. She was twenty-two and living her own dream, her way possibly.
She also did small gigs for bars, needing the extra money for food, rent and other essentials. Sure, she got paid for her internship. Her apartment wasn't small nor big...it was perfect.
It was cozy, the brick walls on the holidays felt more at home. Lauren didn't have family in New York, she wasn't quite lonely. Due to her friends everywhere, I mean bars, company, ect...
She had tons of friends but her true friends were keana and alex. They always had sleep overs, partied together. Partner and crimes, basically.
She sipped the black coffee, scrunching up her nose as the bitter taste took over her mouth. Lauren wanted to be a writer, actress and producer. She had many dreams, slowly scratching them off as she became more wiser.
Looking at her cat, gigi. Lauren smiled lightly, petting the small ball of fur. She had work at 9:30 AM. It was barely 6:45, she needed to get ready.
Showering in her well decorated bathroom, singing out loud. As the speakers played music, not too loud. She didn't want to get a noise complaint from the neighbors.
Putting on her makeup, her hair was naturally beautiful without adding damage to it. She put on black jeans and a black and white stripped crop top. Adding some black boots, putting on her necklace. The moon and the sun was the necklace, both kissing. Gifted from keana on Lauren's eighteenth birthday.
Kissing her cat goodbye, groaning as she had to work. Lauren caught the subway, sitting next to a lady listening to music. The wise lady was obviously listening to Fleetwood Mac. Lauren smiled lightly as she heard the chorus of 'Dreams', by the amazing band.
Her stop was here, she jumped off. Walking quickly to catch the nearest taxi. She needed a car, asap. She hated spending money on taxi's, the money could've been going somewhere good.
As she hollered the taxi driver, she immediately hopped into the yellow shady car. Telling the man her address, she looked out her window. Seeing people everywhere as usual, people trying to get to their destinations as soon as possible.
"Morning laura!" angela the other intern smiled politely. Lauren cringed lightly as she heard the name 'laura', "morning angie".
Angela didn't seem to mind, Lauren's nickname for her. They both walked in the elevator, it was very awkward between them. "How last night?" angela probably saw Lauren's snapchat. "It was pretty great" lauren said, the elevator door rang.
Lauren walked into her little office, ready to get work done. She got out her laptop, typing away. Her cubital area was decorated with pictures, mostly of family and friends.
Lauren was still a tad hungerover from last night, she opened her drawer. Finding some advil, chugging one down with cold water.
Her phone buzzed, she glanced at her friends groupchat...
Kiki - Strip club tonight! Hands down!! Alex - nope nope honey...aint trying to get herpes tonight...yikes Leia - same here dude...I'll go if alex goes Kiki - lolo comeeee
Lauren immediately groaned, she didnt want to go out again. It was friday though, lauren wanted to experience an actual strip club.
Lauren soon came out, packing away her things. She stretched her arms, yawning. It was 4:30 p.m., the thought of grabbing a cab...then the subway exhausted her.
She grabbed her bag, she didn't even want to see the city. She needed a vacation, to California. She has never been to California, she wants to visit Disneyland with her loved one. Maybe even move out of New York, experience new things.
Same city lights, same faces almost. Lauren had one mission, it was to get a stable career and get the fuck out of New York. Don't get her wrong, she loved New York. The city made her, shaped her. It was tiring, getting up every morning to the same old things. Work from Monday-Friday, party on the weekends. Lucky enough to get a call from the bar, start a little gig. Do it all over, it was very much tiring.
She hasn't even found love, not one single girl has caught her eyes. Maybe keana, that was until...keana decided to be just friends. Keana is very bisexual, they met in a bar. Both connected, two drunk girls talking about abstract art.
Hooking up then realizing it was just a mistake. Sorta fucked up, it is.
