princess complex ♡ myg

002

Closing your apartment door behind you, earning a slam followed by a peaceful silence, you shuffled towards the cramped kitchen. Managing to kick your shoes and discard your coat somewhere on the floor on the way.

You opened a few cabinets until coming across the one with a box of cereal in - the only food you can afford to eat right now. You placed the cereal box on the small square table squished by the corner of the kitchen and the fridge. You searched around for a bowl and spoon for a while, thinking of throwing a carton of milk in the mix too, however, milk was a luxury you couldn't afford was what you discovered when you opened the creaky fridge door to be greeted by two eggs, a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of orange juice with an expiry date of goodness knows when.

Getting around the new surroundings was still a task for you. You had only just saved up enough to finally leave your family and childhood home and buy a place of your own. You wanted to have the full university experience, even if that meant paying rent out of your pocket and slipping into debt you would spend the rest of your life in. You want the full student experience. Ever shitty, goddamn part of it.

You shrugged and poured the dry cereal into a bowl, crunching the dryness and savouring every bite. The bowl rested in your palm as you lent against the counter, the sharp edge uncomfortable on your butt.

A few mouthfuls of cereal later, you dropped your spoon into the bowl, and the bowl into the ancient sink. The piling up of dirty dishes stared up at you. You stared back at them.

"What do you want from me? Wash yourselves, lazy assholes."

You waltzed into your bedroom, the four plain white walls giving you a slight headache as the afternoon light spilled in through the window and bounced off the walls, blinding you.

"Damn, I really need to do this place up..." You thought out loud, dropping your backpack at the foot of your bed and flopping onto it.

"I should probably stop talking to myself too, before the neighbours think I'm insane."

You closed your eyes and began drifting off into unconsciousness... Just then, your alarm went off and you snapped them open again.

"Is it time already?" You groaned, fishing your oldish phone out of your pocket.

The message under the alarm warned me that you were due at your shift at the campus coffee shop in fifteen minutes.

Rolling your eyes and off the bed, you waddled to the copper clothing rack you managed to snag at a charity shop a few months prior, you grabbed your work uniform on and tied your hair back up into a tight bun - you've heard stories of an ex-employee who got fired because of multiple people finding their hairs in their coffee and sandwiches.

Checking your reflection in the mirror after tying your shoe laces, you pushed any baby hairs from your temples and brushed the invisible dust from your work top, scowling when you noticed an old coffee stain on the collar.

Damn. I should head to the laundromat when I get back.

The second alarm sounded, ushering you to grab your work bag, keys, phone, to get the hell out of here and to work.

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Twenty minutes into the shift, you noticed a slightly familiar face that had been sitting at a window seat five minutes after you started working. You stared at the figure attached to their phone from behind the till, trying to match his face to a name... Joe... James...John...JohnGi! That's right!

It was the guy who's phone got smashed by that childish asshole during history today. Didn't he say he had a date today? It looks as if he got stood up, poor guy...