The Sweet Smell of Florsheim Shoes and Michael Kors

The Sweet Smell of Florshaine Shoes and Michael Kors

Hi :) CubanWhiteCherry here! First time writing on Wattpad, so please, let me know what you think so far!

     The soft sound of a love song unknown to me had woken me up at 6:30 A.M., yet I did not get up. I dreaded getting up so early! After twenty minutes of debating on whether or not I should rise from bed, I did. I arose, feeling and walking like a straight-up zombie without my arms in front of me, of course. The bathroom was below mine and Helena's room. We lived in an average sized apartment in the good side of London. Helena, my best friend, was an interior designer at heart, so we made the place look better than average. We came from a small town in Tennessee, United States and ran away to London right after college before we both turned twenty-four. Now we both were old enough, so our parents decided to stop sending money and advised a well-payed job. And so we landed living in the cheapest apartment, where the walls crackled when the toilet was flushed, and the ceiling of our king-sized (thank goodness!) room trembled when we stepped into the shower. The room was in the top of our two story apartment.  I closed the door softly, thinking of Helena in the other full-sized bed sleeping soundly. Oh sleep, I sighed walking down the stairs.

     "Good morning, Sunshine!" Helena waved with a spatula in hand when I looked over at the kitchen. Her hair was covered in flour. "Helena! I thought you were in there!" I said shocked a little. I was still getting used to her always being here that i got a little scared when she greeted me. "Hey! What are you doing cooking? You know the rules, Lena!" I scolded at her dramatically and ran to her taking the spatula from her hand and turning off the stove quickly. "Ouch!" I yelped when getting burned by accidently touching the tip of the skillet. "Oh, man. Are you okay?" She came over inspecting my arm carefully. "I know, I know, Garland, but I wanted to surprise you! I knew you'd get mad," she laughed. "You're the chef anyway," she said with a toothy grin. I yawned, "Look, I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to come and get breakfast ready. you just get dressed up or we'll be late." I heard her laugh as I walked down the hall clutching my hurt arm, "And put some music on!" I yelled from the entrance of the bathroom. "Way ahead of you," I heard Lena's muffled voice before the loud thumping of a crazy song came on.

     "Get me outta my mind and into your heart! It's not about me. It's not about meeee! So I'm gonna start playing my part, in your design. Now is the time! Get me outta my mi ah ah ah ah ah ind" I sang in the shower shivering every word. The water was awfully cold, so I did everything quickly and stepped out. I grabbed my lime-green bath robe from the back of the door and hurried upstairs. I knocked on the bedroom door just in case a naked Lena was exposed. "It's clear!" Lena yelled because the blow dryer was on high. I ran in and looked at her expectantly. "Left closet door. It's all there with undies and everything!" She smiled and winked. The night before, Helena and I had been loking for the perfect outfit for our first day at an office downtown. "Cool," I said. I opened the doors to the closet and closed them behind me.

     Whoa. I loved this place! I turned the knob switch on the wall to the right all the way and bright lights were exposed. Lena made sure we had a clear view of all our clothes, so we had custom built lighting. The bulbs where big and sphere. The closet was as big as our small kitchen and was neatly organized according to color and clothing item. "What's mine is yours," I remember Lena and I saying to each other  the day we moved in together. Lena decided that a good way to start the first day of work would be casual/sophisticated office (whatever that meant?), so we chose a Christmas green, short sleeved blouse with a simple black pencil skirt, ideal for offices. I was indecisive about which scarf to choose since it was a cold December outside. Lena thought the black scarf made me look "nice", but the red made me chic. So you can imagine, I picked the black one. I didn't want to look like a Christmas tree! I slipped on my underwear, bra, and blouse. The skirt was difficult to put on, but I managed to tuck my blouse in first. I  wore my black, three-inch, Nine West Rocha's, careful not to look exactly six feet tall. I grabbed my black, Tommy Hilfiger pea coat and headed out the closet doors, turning the knob switch on the wall the the left slightly, knowing Lena would come back to put her clothes on later.

     As soon as I closed the doors, I heard a series of bells and raps on the door. I hadn't heard it before because of the blow dryer. Lena and I both looked at each other questioningly while Lena turned the blower off. I was slightly growing mad. "Is it for you?" I said to her. She shook her head no, "You?" "No! Go. I'm getting ready," She unplugged the blow dryer and plugged in the straghtening iron. "Uh, no way! Do you see this hair?" She gestured to her hair and then her bathrobe. "Plus, I've got my bathrobe on!" "Fine," I mumbled. "But wait," She said startled, " you have GOT to fix your hair! It's a bird's nest!" She looked at me wide-eyed while throwing a hairbrush at my face. Thank Goodness I caught it, or it would have landed straight on my face! I brushed my hair quickly and realized the rapping on the door had not stopped. "Calm your pants!" I yelled to the door. I ran to the door and opened it.

     Before I got a chance to look at the person, they were already yelling at me. "Would you like to explain to me why you think it's okay to use up all the hot water?"

    

     Please let me know how it's coming along! I've had this story since December 2011 before I even knew Wattpad existed! Thanks :)

                                                ~CubanWhiteCherry