ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ • ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ
Follows the lives of six self-proclaimed adults: a witty procrastinator, a smart-mouth with a drinking problem, a crybaby, an overdramatic playboy, a social-recluse workaholic, and an intellectual charmer, as they learn to en...
So i'm submitting this story to wattys, which means you'll see more updates in the coming days! I need to finish it all before Sept 30, so wish me luck!
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the one with the existential crisis: hell week day 1
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Chloe's grip tightened on her purse, staring ahead with her throat dry and her legs rooted to the spot. She ran the idea in her head, again and again, telling herself she was more than capable of handling anything. No one could do a better job than her.
MONTGOMERY HOSPITAL
She swallowed. She had woken up early, way too early for this, but she feared that waiting another minute would make her change her mind. Putting her game face on, she gave herself another motivational speech and pushed her way inside.
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Veronica's limbs were rolled around the couch like a wet towel, lying on her stomach with one of her arms sticking out and dangling in the air. Allen watched her for a full two seconds, her light snoring filling his ears before he shook his head. He didn't expect her to finally fall asleep in his apartment, she'd been adamantly against it for the past week. He debated over moving her to the bed, where she'd be much more comfortable, but then decided against it.
As he prepared a fresh pot of coffee, his ear resounded as the sudden alarm tore through the silence. Veronica's body jolted at the sound, and he turned, holding back a laugh as he noticed a sticky note glued to her forehead, blue marks poked on the corner of her lips.
She frantically moved around in desperate search for her phone, throwing her blanket, and a small thud echoed.
"Shit, shit, shit-" Another list of profanities escaped her lips as she rummaged the ground, sighing dramatically when she finally got hold of her phone, turning off the alarm. Her hand slapped on her forehead as she stared at the clock.
6:50.
"...What the fuck?" She frowned, taking off the sticky note and looking at it in complete disgust.
