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Landing in Turmoil part 2 [ch 3]

As soon as I heard the alarm going off, I stood. I first went to the bathroom, checking to see if I needed a last-minute touch up. None needed.

I leave the bathroom, getting out the apartment and locking our door before heading downstairs. Naomi had to have already went out before me, because I can see her out the lobby window. Makes me glad I locked the door.

I wave walk past the staff as I slip out, and I head over to Naomi's old punch buggy car. Oh yes. Naomi is that person. The one who drives the punch buggy just to be able to play the punch-buggy game 24/7.

Before she says anything, once I get close enough, I punch her shoulder lightly and hum "Punch-buggy no punch backs."

She stares at me for a moment. "That's unfair." She pouts, crossing her arms.

I shrug, getting in the passenger seat. I struggle for a moment with my long hair and seatbelt as she gets in on the driver's side. She starts the car before buckling up, and looks at me.

"You might want to get that cut..." She sighs, pointing to my thick, long ponytail. I shake my head.

"Not yet..." I respond, and she sighs deeply.

She knows why I can't do that.

As the car starts, I feel a migraine starting to settle in. So I reach in my pocket, pulling out my emergency Ibuprofen packet and opening it up. As I pop the pill, Naomi informs me "There's a water bottle in the glove box." Gratefully, I open the glove box, take the bottle, pop it open and take a couple drinks from it. I close the bottle as she starts driving. These migraines have been common ever since my hair reached the middle of my back, in my freshman year of college. So I have a medical note on me that allows me to take a pain pill with me wherever necessary, and use it too. It took a lot of convincing to get the doctor to give me it rather than make me cut my hair.

She backs out, and soon we're going down the street at the speed limit. I look out at the city of stars, which was very active right now. Most people traveled by foot, it seemed, but those who didn't were able to travel pretty quickly on the side roads. Sucks for people on the main streets though, it's a little crowded. Naomi has visited the town quite a few times, enough to get to know the fastest way through. Maybe that was because of Jace, now that I think about it it makes sense.

I don't ask, however, listening to the music blasting on the radio. After about twenty minutes, we arrived at one of the many tall buildings. It was short compared to the others nearby, but it was still taller than most buildings I've seen.

I look over at Naomi as she parks in the parking lot. "He's not casting at the filming site. Then the people who didn't make it would still know how to get to the set, which could cause problems." She informs me. I sigh softly.

"Makes sense, I guess."

I unbuckle as the engine cuts off, opening the door and stepping out before stretch slightly. She gets out as well. "Did he show you what room or floor to go to?" I ask, and she nods happily.

She's adorable sometimes.

I walk with her through the parking lot, to the front desk where I show proof that Ale called me here, and into an elevator past an old guy with a suit case. I sigh softly as Naomi pressed the button for the fourth floor. I couldn't help but glance around.