Leave Me Lonely (JB+AG)

Leave Me Lonely (24)

Ariana

Thursday, December 21

1:19 am

"Tara, you know, when Alex came to pick up Lilia, he was acting weird." I say, stuffing a handful of popcorn in my mouth.

"Really? How?" She replies.

"When he said he was outside, and I asked him why it took so long, it sounded like he was just making up something. He said traffic."

"There's always traffic, and he knows that. He was lying! Let's go be detectives." Tara stands up, then falls on her face into a pile of blankets.

"We're too drunk to be detectives. And when I asked him where he was staying, he stuttered, then said a hotel."

Tara then says something, but her face is still in the blankets, so it's muffled.

"What?! I didn't hear you!" I yell.

"Alex!" She says, lifting her head up.

"What about him?"

"He's a liar! Ask him if you can pick Lilia up tomorrow, instead of him dropping her off. Then you shall get your true answer."

"Tara Henson, you are a genius!"

"I know, I know. Thanks for recognizing."

With that, Tara plops back down on her blankets and falls asleep.

"Nighty night." I whisper, closing my eyes.

9:37 am

"Oh shit, Ariana, wake up!"

"What, what, what?"

"We're late for work, get the fuck up!" Tara throws a pillow at my head and I groan.

"Ow, shit."

"Sorry! But get up!"

I pick up my phone and notice I had 3 missed calls from the office.

"Fuck!" I groan.

I throw my phone down and run to get ready.

10:08 am

"We're both fired, Ariana." Tara says as she parks in front of the building.

"Hopefully not."

We get out of the car and rush into the building, trying to avoid any people who are in charge around here.

Of course, as soon as we get onto our floor, our boss is at the receptionist desk, talking to her about us.

"Keep calling them, they need to get here now. This is unacceptable."

I turn to look at Tara and she shakes her head.

"Mr. Hill?" She says.

"Tara Henson and Ariana Grande. Nice if you to finally come to work. Please join me in my office."

We follow Mr. Hill into his office and he closes the door behind us.

"Take a seat, ladies."

"Is there an explanation as to why you're an hour and a half late for work?"

"Yes, Mr. Hill. Last night did not go well." I start.

Of course, me and Tara went over our story in the car so we were extremely prepared.

"And what exactly does that mean?" Mr. Hill asks.

"Well, me and Tara were planning on a little girls night, not too crazy, of course but some... unexpected things happened."

Tara picks up where I left off.

"Ariana was getting ready to leave, when we discovered that her car was not working. Mind you, this was at about 12 am. We called AAA, and it took them at least an hour to come, and after looking at her car for about 30 minutes, the man said he would have to take her car in." Tara says.

"So, after all of this, it was almost 3 am, and my babysitter had school today. I had to Uber back to my house, only to discover my daughter had gotten sick. I stayed up with her pretty much all night, and Tara was going to come pick us up, but she woke up late, so we got here late. And, that's it." I finish.

"Well, ladies, last night sounds like it was pretty eventful. I'm gonna let you off with a warning, but please don't let this happen again. At least call and let us know you're gonna be late."

"Yes, Sir." Me and Tara both leave his office, suppress our laughter as we go to our own offices.