•Filthy Shades of Park•

~Cold Like Ice~

Y/n P.O.V:

Soft snores and rustling sheets were the only sounds in your average sized apartment.

A lovely dreamland wrapping you up within it, ensuring that your rest would be fulfilling.

The sun rising to its highest peak, cascading beautiful warm colors  throughout the room. All before starting its descend back down behind the hillside, letting its whiter and paler half shine.

Eventually, your mind and body had had enough rest.

It was ready to do something else with its time.

You stretched, legs and arms knocking off the covers and pillows.

Without much care you you looked hastily around, and to your delight, you truly did sleep the day away.

A quick glance to the bedside clock allowed you to see just how late it was.

You made your way to the bathroom, ready to make yourself appear less like the walking dead, and more like the queen you strived to always be.

A hot shower, equipped with lots of soapy bubbles has you feeling like a million bucks after.

The only thing now that was bugging you was the yearning to fix that orphan painting.

In a fluffy robe and house slippers, you settle down at your kitchen table. All needed items for you to somewhat properly fix the frame were neatly set out.

Determined, you carefully put the pieces into what appeared to be the right placement.

But, you weren't exactly too sure if you were right.

The once perfect rectangle now was a deformed square, and honestly...

You were just fine with that.

Gently as possible, you placed a nail into the wall. Hanging the work right besides other peices that you had scavenged.

Standing back you admired it again, happy with how you decided to bring it home with you.

You didn't have long to fully take it all in, because soon your door bell was being buzzed, snapping you out of your trance.

"Coming!"

Dashing to the door, you stopped abruptly, looking down at your attire.

Realizing that you still were basically naked.

For a minimum of five minutes you stood, over analyzing the simplest of all dilemmas.

The person still standing outside set a goal to either break your bell or your nerves.

Aggravated from not only being disturbed from your peaceful night, but also your thinking, this stranger was in for a mouthful.

The door halfway open, your mouth flew open as well.

"Can I fuc-"

That was until you saw who the pest was.

"Jen?" your face now neutral with furrowed brows.

Her bright smile almost blinded you as she charged through the door, making herself at home in your living room.

"Come in I guess?"

Closing the door, you followed the same steps. This time, seeing the multiple bags that she had brought in with her.

"I guess you're well rested?"

She shook her head vigorously, lightly jumping up and down.

"More than rested... I'm livid!" she hollered.