Summer Spots

One.

As she reached over to pick up the frozen meal she had brought to work for her lunch break, there was only one thing that she could think of; There's always a time and a place for everything. Ever since she had ended her first year of college, she had realized that there was always something off about the situations she was in. Whether it was laughing at a joke that wasn't actually a joke, it just sounded like one because of the "jokers" facial expression. Or saying the ever most popular phrase "I want to die" during a workshop with a scene that deals intensely with the topic of suicide and several overwhelmed actors. She was tired of acknowledging her mistakes after she would do them, along with several confused looks, and so she decided that this summer was the time to change that. Sure, she just turned 21 and should of made this acknowledgement when she was 18, but, once again, there's a time and place for everything.

After finishing her meal, she headed out back on the floor of the health food store, putting on a soft smile for all the customers who came through the door. There had been a fair number of customers who came in during her shift, some smiling and some annoyed that things had been moved around the store due to remodeling that the store was currently in construction of, and she had to smile at all of them. Some would even say, "Melody," which is what she's been called her entire life, "let me ask you something."

"Shoot," Melody would say, knowing what the premise of the question would be each time.

"Are you all under new management," the customers would ask, each of them with the same cocked eyebrow, expecting her to tell the truth about what was going on with the store. And each time Melody would give the same response, something along the lines of, "Nope. Just remodeling." However in her head, she thought of a completely different response, "Just go find your vegan mac 'n cheese that tastes like glue, buddy."

"Another new management question," a familiar voice asked Melody, as she turned around with a soft rolling of her eyes.

"How did you know," Melody questioned back, an obvious amount of sarcasm leaving her mouth, facing her best friend turned coworker, Jamie.

Jamie and Melody had been best friends since they met in the eighth grade, both obsessing over some band that neither of them can remember the name of, but still talk about fondly. Melody had seen Jamie writing something related to the band on her hand, and naturally had to turn around and ask if she could do the same to her hand. It was one of those moments where nobody could really tell what the other was like, but nonetheless, they continued to talk every single day, mainly about the band. However, as the years passed by, and the two grew up into young adults, they stopped talking about the band and started talking about the life that they were both living. Neither of them really noticed the transition, and how the conversations of the band turned into fond memories, they only noticed that through unexpected mental breakdowns, family troubles, successes and downfalls, the two girls became the best of friends. Some would even say, sisters.

Melody and Jamie's friendship became so strong and powerful that they both ended up attending the college of their dreams, whiling pursuing both of their individual crafts. If that weren't enough, they ended up getting employed at the same place, and have almost the same shifts. Now, you may think that they would get tired of eachother, and you are completely correct. Going to college together, living in the same apartment complex, and working the same shifts at the same place can obviously get suffocating but the two girls didn't let that ruin their friendship.

"Your face," Jamie laughed, shaking her head and walking away to go put up a few out of place items she'd picked up before stopping to talk to her best friend.

Melody just rolled her eyes sarcastically and walked beside Jamie, taking a few items out of her hands and into her own, looking up at the signs to see where the items go. As the two girls walked around the store, they discussed the summer plans they had thought up during the school year; Even though they knew damn well that all they were going to do was work and save up for their second year at AMDA. Though they actually had a reason to not do anything exciting this time, they did this routine every single year.