"Natalie! Where did you put my black suede, platform Jimmy Choo pumps?" Ariana Evans yells at the top of her lungs throughout the apartment. The loud pitched scream can be heard from floors above and below.
Her roomate Natalie Hood enters the small bedroom to find Ariana on the floor, looking under her bed. "I wore them to my interview last week. I thought I put them back in your closet," she says.
"Well you didn't, and I need those shoes for my date tonight with Eric." Ariana pulls back her long strawberry blond hair and searches farther under the bed. Almost half her body dissapears before Natalie remembers where she placed the pumps.
"Um... I think I left them by your desk actually," she laughs a bit. Natalie brushes her brunette hair with her fingers. She hates being forgetful.
From under the bed, Ariana peer behind her and notices the shoes. "Are you f*****g kidding me? I've been under here for 20 minutes!" She pushes herself out from beneath the furniture and hits her head on the footboard. "S**t!"
Natalie giggles at her friend's misfortune. Ariana can be such a clumsy person. Earlier today, she tripped on the curling iron wire and burt herself on the back of the leg.
Ariana stands up and wipes the dust off her pencil skirt. The royal blue, silk top and the studded diamond earrings she chose to wear tonight are perfect for her date with her boyfriend Eric. They've been dating for a year and a half and tonight is their 18 month aniversary.
"Speaking of your interview, have you gotten any calls about a job?" Ariana asks.
Natalie shakes her head. "No. I've had so many interviews in the past week and I stll haven't had a single one call me."
Just three months earlier, Natalie and Ariana graduated college, prepared to start their own lives. Ariana had a journalism degree and Natalie finished her buisness degree. The decided to share rent on an apartment in a nice part of Los Angeles as long as both had a job. Ariana now has a career at the local newspaper, while Natalie does not have an occupation. And she only has two more weeks to find one or Ariana will have no choice but to kick her out.
"Maybe someone will call in the next few days. You never know," Ariana says hopefully.
"Whatever. I'll probably end up moving in with my parents." Natalie imagines herself a few years from now, living with her mom and dad. She would have gained fifteen pounds and have a terrible short haircut. She'd work at Starbucks or some lame outlet barely making minimum wage. Natalie would have no boyfriend, no friends, and definitely no life. The thought of this as her future frightened her.
Ariana bites her lip. "Do you want to come out tonight with Eric and me? We're going to a new club downtown."
"Are you sure?"
"Totally. So go and get dressed!"
