Bad Dreams // ZK ♡

small but capable

"If you don't move out of the shower in 5 minutes, I will take a shit with you in there." I hear down the hall, ripping me out of a sweet dream.

"Do it! You don't have it in you." Vanessa's muffled voice yells from inside the bathroom.

"Shut up!" Gizzelle yells from the bed five feet from me. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Dude, why are you all yelling." I groan, rubbing my eyes.

"Cuz dumb and dumber are fighting over the bathroom." Giz replies, sitting up in her bed. "What time is it?"

"Eight." I reply, rolling to my side. "Why are they up so early."

"Meeting with management today!" replies, a jolt of realization rushing through her.

"Motherfucker." I mumble, shooting off my bed to join our morning frenzy. As if we were in a movie montage, Giz and I make eye contact and race to the bathroom. It starts as a small shove when getting out of our bedroom door, and ends with Giz on the floor after I trip her. I was quite impressed with myself when i reached the end of the hall, but my buddy decided to pull my leg and take me down with her. I make it into the bathroom last to see Giz brushing her teeth, laughing at me, Olive on the toilet, phone in hand and Nessa belting high notes from the shower. I join Giz at the sink, washing my face, knowing I wont be getting a shower this morning.

We all talk and switch spots in the restroom, leaving me on the toilet, Olive shower and Nessa and Giz fighting because Nessa may or may not have spit toothpaste into Gizzy's hair. After about 30 minutes of chaos, we each make it back into our rooms for a small fashion show.

"I'm wearing that shirt." Giz yells over my shoulder, pulling on her jeans.

"You told me I could borrow it yesterday." I complain.

"I know, but I already have the pants on." She fights.

"I swear i'm gonna deck you." I groan, throwing the shirt at you.

"No one is decking anyone." Olive replies, in the doorway. "What happened."

"Baby's mad she can't wear my shirt." Giz teases, pulling on the shirt.

"I hate you." I groan, pulling a random shirt from our closet.

"You guys are annoying," Olive laughs rolling her eyes. "Don't wear that."

"I don't have anything to wear!" I yell.

"Wow baby is grumpy." Nessa jokes sitting on my bed.

"Next person who calls me baby is getting fucking fought." I groan, my fist meeting my hand as I talk.

"Here, lemme find something for you to wear." Olive replies, holding my shoulders and sitting me on the bed next to Nessa. "Baby."

We all rush to clean our apartment, that is an absolute disaster from last night's cry party we threw for ourselves. Our apartment windows fly open as we throw everything into the trash bin. Our kitchen is full of dirty dishes, little food in the fridge and so many empty boxes of pizza. We light the countless candles that litter the living room and shove our trash onto our small balcony. After wiping, sweeping, and a whole lot of singing our humble abode looks semi presentable. We all look at the door as the knocks echo through the living room and we all whisper yell at each other to get the door while the others while the rest of us hide the liquor under our sink.

When our manager, Sophia, walked in we all welcomed her in and took a seat at the coffee table, and Olive ran to the kitchen to start some tea. The talk was small and about how much content we've been creating on social media. The conversation got juicy right when we had to start talking about our studio sessions and how soon our EP would be dropping. Luckily, it was extremely soon. With a few adjustments to the artwork and minor tweaks to the vocals our EP would be dropping by the next month, the perfect amount to announce and promote to our fan base.

Sophia wasn't as terrible as usual this time. Only making a few comments about our "terrible dancing" and Gizzelle's lack of breath during her verse, not like she has asthma or anything. Oh wait, she does. She continued the small criticism from her stance while we sat on our forest green sofa, like small children getting their asses handed to them by their mom. I got very frustrated, very fast and resorted to bunching my small but capable fists at my side, and looking out the window of our apartment to the skyline that reigned over us.

When saggy-tit Sophia finally left, Olive was quick to get teary eyes while Fitz started her rant about how her husband probably cheated on her and that why their divorce was finalized and the stick in her ass was piercing. I remained in my seat, staring at the skyline, knuckles white and face probably as red as a tomato. I was moved from my trance when Gizzelle put her soft hand on my knee and forced eye contact. That's when I started my rant.

"Yenno she's like really old right. Like her bra isnt padded and I still couldn't see nipple od. What kinda shit is that?! She's lucky I didn't knock the denchers out of her mouth and stomp a bitch. She can't even walk without losing her breath man. Didn't she get this job because she was signed with SYCO when she became a one-hit wonder and they felt so fucken bad for her cuz she got knocked up? I FUCKING HATE SOPHIA! I FUCKING HATE SYCO! I FUCKING HATE IT HERE!" I yelled before slamming the door to my bedroom and throwing myself onto the mattress and getting ready for a nice fat nap.

At noon, we made our way to the studio to fix some vocals for our EP. We spent most of the afternoon there to fine tune some of our vocals and while we weren't in the booth itself we were watching "that 70s show" on Fitz's phone. The vibes were finally getting better after getting chewed out by she who shall not be named.

At home we listened to some music and danced around the house, while drinking the previously hidden bottles. The nearly empty bottles were soon completely empty and the room's details were soon hazy and the smoke from our mouths was creating a cloud at the top of our apartment. I wasn't snapped out of my daze until we got a sudden call from our lovely manager Sophia facetimed Olive. We were quick to hide anything necessary and fan our arms very quickly to get as much smoke out of the house as possible.

"Hey ladies, I have a really important question to ask you." Sophia started without letting us talk. Our red eyes made contact with each other and nodded at the witch in front of us.

"Shoot." I numbly say.

"How well do you know 'prettymuch'?"