Excuse me!? One thousand, seven hundred, and fifty dollars? That's a two hundred, and fifty dollar increase! I can barely afford what I'm paying right now. Throwing the paper on the floor, I fall back onto the couch and stare at the ceiling. It's 11:30 and already this day is a bust. I decided on this apartment because I knew it the type of place my Dad would approve of, and now I might have to move out before he even sees it. How ironic.
My phone chirps and brings a smile to my face. Damon. If anyone can make this day better it's him.
DAMON HARRIS:
Babe, I'm going out of town tomorrow. Can you watch Milo for me?
RAVEN LARSON:
The demon dog? Are you crazy? I told you never again.
How long will you be gone? He chewed my new Louboutins last time!
DAMON HARRIS:
He's only a year-old Raven! That's practically a baby. He'll be better this time. We had a talk.
RAVEN LARSON:
A talk?
Fine. But only If he doesn't do his business on my floors and if he LEAVES MY SHOES ALONE. One more mistake and I'm done.
DAMON HARRIS:
Lol. You're cute when you're mad. Always so serious baby. Hopefully, Milo can loosen you up while I'm away.
RAVEN LARSON:
How long will you be gone?
DAMON HARRIS:
Just till the end of the week. It's a business trip to NY.
RAVEN LARSON:
Me too. Today's our nine months :)
DAMON HARRIS:
Baby...
No one celebrates nine month anniversaries.
RAVEN LARSON:
I do...
DAMON HARRIS:
I need to get ready for this business trip. This could mean a promotion for me.
RAVEN LARSON:
...
DAMON HARRIS:
I can take you out when I get back. Any restaurant you want.
RAVEN LARSON:
The hole in the wall place? You know I can get down with some good Chinese food.
DAMON HARRIS:
The hole in the wall place it is. I may even bring you a gift back from the Big Apple if you take good care of the dog.
RAVEN LARSON:
A Chanel purse?!
DAMON HARRIS:
Raven. You must think I'm rich.
RAVEN LARSON:
I'll settle for whatever you bring me. I can be humble.
DAMON HARRIS:
K. Enjoy your day off. I'll drop Milo off at the dog boarding place tomorrow morning before I leave for the airport. You'll pick him up around 5:30?
RAVEN LARSON:
I guess. I'll miss you. Enjoy your trip. Text me when you arrive.
DAMON HARRIS:
HAPPY NINE MONTHS BABY!
Love you
RAVEN LARSON:
Haha. I love you too you goofball.
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Figuring It Out *On Hiatus*
General FictionRaven Larson is 25 years old, late on her rent, the unwilling pet parent of a husky named Milo, and praying to God that the electric company doesn't turn off her lights. Fired, dumped, and feeling depressed she turns to blogging to keep her mind off...
