Emily is an average type of girl, she doesn't like when people boss her around or control her but one night when her and her Bestfriend; Monica, they both goes out to a club and Emily drinks a little too much and ends up in a stranger home without k...
A Ring from my pocket goes off. I go in my pocket and take out my phone.
"Gosh Monica, I told you already I can't go out with you tonight, I gotta finish my shift" She whimpers from the other side of the line.
"Damnit Emily why you gotta be a veterinarian? You barely never go out, will you please come out with me tonight. I miss hanging out with my Bestfriend." I sigh "Sorry Mon, I just can't" She goes silent for a while, like she's thinking what to say next. "ILL DO YOUR LAUNDRY FOR A MONTH!" I can't help but laugh.
Monica isn't the cleaning type of girl, She's always lazy "As much that would be awesome, I don't think so" she goes silent again for a while. "I'll cook all your favorite food for a month"
Just when she says that I can hear her smirking on the other line.
Monica is An excellent Chef, She works for a Famous Restaurant. I have no idea what it's called cause I don't care but her food is AMAZING! And as much I don't wanna go out. Monica Food for a month? HELLS YEAH!
I pretend to think about it "Well....Going out won't be as bad right?..." She squeal loudly
"Great! Come home at 9pm, I'll be ready" I confirmed and hang up.
"Welp I guess I won't be watching that show when I go back home, Gosh why I always gotta please Monica" I then stop and look around me and notice...I gotta stop talking to myself....I should go back to go and vacine the Dogs. * Once I finish and the sun goes down, I lift my arm and look at my watch and as it reads 8:50pm.
Monica already should be waiting for me at home. I grab my purse and say goodbye to the Dogs and Cats. I also wave Goodbye to my work associates.
I get in my 1956 Pink Cadillac. And I know what your thinking, 1956? That's a pretty old car and yes it's is. The thing is, im in love with vintage things. Mostly the clothes, it brings me happiness. Monica usually complains about how old my car is and I should change it for a new one but it's just I love my car and I don't care what she says about it. She just jealous about my baby. I get to the apartment and grab my things and head upstairs. I walk through my apartment and admire the setting.
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