Loverboy

This Is Me

My name is Megan, Im at work right now at a hotel, I work at the front desk. I mean of course this isn't my dream job but it pays my rent for the tiny apartment I call home.
My dream job is to be an artist, I love painting and drawing and making beautiful things. But for now I'm a receptionist that just got out of college.

It's 5:15pm , The clock is ticking. I'll be off work in another 40 minutes and then I can go home, get into my pyjamas and eat a big bowl of pasta. I'm ready for that.
I look at my bracelet, the bracelet my darling mother got me. Oh wow if she could see me now, would she be proud? Would she be unhappy? I honestly couldn't care less. She left me in my time of need, so why should I even care about her.

It's 5:57pm now, wow time flies.
I grab my purse, and keys from my locker and start to walk out. But my co worker stops me. Ugh, it's Tim.
"Hey Megan" he stops me by putting his arm in front of me and resting it on the wall next to me. What a douche.
"Hi Tim." I say as I walk around him and try to escape his ugly gaze.
"You know, I was thinking we should catch up" he said as he was speed walking up to me.
"Uh"
"Ya know we could go out for lunch or.."
"Cya Tim." I walk past him speeding up slightly.
He mumbled something but I was to far away to hear it.
It's not that Tim isn't good looking, I mean he's tall a Lil buff with dark brown hair.
But we dated a while ago and it didn't work at all. he was such a dick. flirting with other girls right in front of me, getting mad if I wasn't in the mood. Anyway, he's a dick and I'm not dating him ever again. If he would just get the message.

I walk outside the doors and the cold air hits my face, as I walk I can feel the rain starting to spit lightly. I unlock my car door and step inside, I start the car and zoom off blasting my music and the heaters.
I arrive home and walk into my apartment. I put my keys on the kitchen table and stretch my arms in the air. It's nice to be home.
I get dressed into the most comfy pyjamas I own and sit on the couch with a fluffy blanket.
Im relaxing on my small couch ready to fall asleep until my phone rings, and disturbs me. I stand up and answer it.
The phone call-
"hello"

"Heyy, it's Sam"

"oh hey Sam, how are you going?"

" I'm well, anyway would you want to come to a club with me tonight? This awesome band is playing but I can't remember their name."

"Oh they must be awesome if you don't even remember their name."

"Listen it'll be great, And it'll be good for you to go out and have some fun!"

"Alright alright. But you have to come pick me up."

"Of course, will be there in maybe an hour...?"

"45 minutes would be better"

"Alright, see you in 30 minutes" and she hung up.
Welp. Guess I gotta be ready soon
Sam has been my best friend since before I could remember, I couldn't say no to her.
I got dressed in a corduroy black skirt and a yellow crop top, I curled my brown hair, put some very light makeup on my pale skin and put on my black high heels.
Before I knew it Sam was here. I grabbed my purse and put on a jacket.
I heard a beep outside and it was Sam, I stepped outside and locked my apartment.
I looked at Sam and she was standing outside her car smoking a cigarette, I walked up to her "Hey Sam" she took a long drag from her cigarette and breathed the words "hiya" her bleach blonde hair and tanned skin getting lit up by the street lights.
"So, you gave up on quitting?"
"Well, think about it. I could be snorting cocaine but hey it's only a lil nicotine."
"Mhm okay."
"Welp, lets get to this gig." She said as she threw her cigarette on the ground and put it out with her black heeled boots.
We got in the car and zoomed to the club.

Let the night begin.