Broke, brokenhearted, and damn near homeless, Jennica Frost can't seem to catch a break. But when she moves back into her childhood home and takes a job at her Mother's antique store, life begins to get really bizarre. Can a ragtag group of mystical...
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-Jennica-
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"Not those too?"
I walk out of Stanley's closet, holding a shirt in each hand. He looks less than thrilled, to say the least. Looking from one shirt to the other, I shrug my shoulders and toss them into the ever-growing pile on his floor, "Oh, yeah. These are gone too."
"Everything I own is in the no pile," he pouts, attempting to snatch the shirts from the floor.
Smacking his hands away ignore his eyeroll. "That's not true," I say as I point to the yes pile, "See, you've got a few things left here."
"Really? Three shirts and a pair of socks?"
I shrug my shoulders and grab my buzzing phone, "Oh, hush it up, Ariel's calling."
"Hey, Ariel!"
"Answer the door; I'm here."
"Oh shit, I'll be right there, I'm just across the road."
Ending the call, I turn to Stanley, "Ariel's at my place with my stuff. Give me half an hour to get my shit together and then come over. We're going shopping."
"I hate shopping," Stanley huffs.
"No shit," I say, pointing at the mountains of clothes on his floor, "Don't you dare take anything out of there. See you in a bit."
"You're bossy," he retorts.
"Oh, Stanley, you have no idea. But trust me, by the end of the day, you're going to be singing my praises."
He snorts at that, and I chuckle, heading out of his place and jogging across the road to my home, I see Ariel waiting on the front porch.
"Hey, babes!"
"Hey, yourself, where were you?"
She unlocks her trunk, and we each grab a few bags and bring them into the house.
"I was over at Stanley's house, going through his closet."
She stops in her tracks, and she's got the funniest look on her face.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"You were at Stanley Wilson's house?"
"Yeah."
"Why?" she asks again.
"I just told you, I was going through his closet."
"Again, why?" she continues.
"Because he asked me to help him update his style."
"But why would he ask youuuu?" she draws out the question.
"Because we've been hanging out."
She starts to laugh and now I'm standing here with a funny look on my face.
