I Trust You

Spiderman Is Her Best Friend

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want. Yes, tell me what you want what you really want.

"Ug, shut up." Grumbles Grace, flinging her hand towards her bedside table and successfully shutting off her 8:30 alarm.

A soft moan bubbles out of Grace as she slowly untangles herself from the floral throw-over she had received as a Christmas present from her mother.

Planting her feet on the cold, wooden floor, Grace stretches her arms out and drags her feet towards the windows. Throwing open the white curtain. Grace squints as the sun pierces through the dark room, illuminating it.

It's going to be a good day. Sure I don't have to go to work or have any source of income but it will be a good day.

Grace stares at the bustling streets of New York, the commuters shoving past each other trying to get to the 9:00am bus in time. The cabs and cars zooming along the streets, each with a different destination in mind. Grace watches as, from across the street, Mrs.Cho opens her restaurant and violently shakes her arms towards her husband who trails behind her, a box in his arms.

Classic Mrs.Cho

Grinning, Grace snatches her iPhone 7 from the charging port and lazily breezes into her kitchen.

Shelly Cascades is an apartment block housing over 140 people. Each floor has its own customised apartment design, different from the two floors above Grace's and the ground floor.

The second floor apartments have 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and open plan kitchen and living room. The apartment  comes with absolutely no furniture and the rules surrounding any painting or drilling of the apartment are quite flexible which, to Grace's joy, allowed her to live in such a beautiful home.

Placing her phone on the counter and switching on her hot pink radio, Grace fiddles with knob till her favourite radio station comes on.

"Hello, busy people." Speaks an up-beat voice from the radio. "This is 5FM and you're listening to FEFE by 6ix9ine featuring Nicki Minaj. Enjoy!"

Grace whirls at the radio shrieking and proceeds to make a small breakfast of eggs on toast as she jams to her favourite tune of the month.

"Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky, I'm from New York, so I'm cocky. Say he fuckin' with my posse, copped me Chloé like Kardashi'" Raps Grace placing her food down on the table, grabbing her phone and taking a seat on the white round chair.

Grabbing a slice of toast, she drops some eggs on it before taking a huge bite and unlocking her phone.

"Flip!" Grace mutters tossing her toast back onto her plate. "Idiot thinks he has the right to phone me after..."

The sadness Grace had felt the night before quickly dissipates into hot anger the moment she spotts 46 notifications all from man. Raymond.

"No way?" Grumbles Grace as she scrolls through the messages he had sent her since she had witnessed the scene. "46! After what your nasty tush did I would at least expect 400."

Babe, I'm sorry please pick up.

Grace swipes up and reads the next one.

Grace, I swear it's not what you think. Please pick up.

"Lying pig." She mutters shaking her head.

Honey, come on!

Pick up...

I love you, please just answer.

Glaring at the last message sent at around midnight, Grace slams her phone on the table and finishes up her breakfast with a broken heart and blurry eyes.

Tossing the empty plate into the sink, Grace enters her bright, floral living room and makes a beeline for her MacBook, her phone in hand.

Powering it up, Grace enters her email app and starts the longest resignation letter to have ever been written by a scorned woman fuelled by the power of betrayal and hatred.

"To Cherly Harlotry, I would like to..." Grace murmurs, rapidly tapping against her keyboard trying to put as much pain into the letter as she can without coming off as a complete, well, a complete swine.

Forty five minutes and 3 tissues later, Grace finally types in the last word, proudly clicks the send button and leans back partly satisfied.

"That was nice." She murmurs, staring at her white ceiling. "But I am still jobless."

Releasing a huge sigh and sniffing back some gunk, Grace clicks on the safari application and types in Careers24 just as her phone vibrates against the table.

Picking the phone up, Grace closes her eyes for a second hoping for it to not be the sleaze bag, Raymond. 

Opening her messages a small smile snakes around Grace lips as she reads a text from her one and only best friend.

Boo! Where are you?

Grace opens up the keyboard, leaning back into the chair, and quickly replies back.

Why? I'm at home.

And why are you at home!? Forget you have an actual JOB? Hey

Throwing her head back in laughter, Grace rakes her hand through her curly, thick African hair and responds back.

Do I now? I had no idea.

Funny...seriously where are you??

I'm not coming.

Grace stares at her screen, waiting for a reply. After a few minutes of waiting Grace worriedly texts her.

Hello, you still there?

Almost 3 seconds later Victoria replies.

Grace, my best friend senses are tingling. If you're skipping work, I am too they can't fire us both right? Meet me at the Electric Cafe, in 30 minutes.

Sending her a quick thumbs up, Grace rushes to her room, excited to have a little distraction from all her doom-and-gloom thoughts.