Little Missy

New Girl In Town

Some scenes may be too intense for younger readers

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This story is also only for mature audiances.

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I will try and update this story as much and as often as possible. But please feel free to leave comments and any advice!!

The rain pounds on the top of my head as I make my way out of the studio and out to my red Chevy. A slight chill runs over my spine and I shiver.

"Fucking rain," I mumble to myself as droplets of water caress my little jaw line and drip onto my already soaked coat. I hate rain only for the fact that it makes me cold. After reaching my truck, I climb into the cab as quickly as I can and shake off any access rain. A big clap of thunder rumbles and crashes through the earth, making the truck shake and making me cover my head.

"Fuck!" Another reason I don't like rain is the thunder. I've always hated thunder or terrible storms after being trapped in a Target store during a tornado when I was six.

I reveal myself to the world again, start my truck and shake off the extra water droplets. My Motionless In White CD screams lyrics at me making me jump again. I turn the volume down, forgetting I had had an argument with my father several hours ago. The eight hours of training in the studio was really intense and very relaxing all at the same time.

Suddenly there was a knock on my driver side window making me scream.

"Dammit!" I've about had enough scares today to kill a cat with nine lives. I look to my left to see who needed me so badly so scare the piss out of me after climbing into my truck instead of just shouting out my name to get my attention. But then I remember, I'm new here. Of course they decided to come to the truck. It's two of the girls from the studio. The blonde was my trainer and the red head was the one who complimented me on my purple, teal and grey knit sweater. Her jaw dropped when I told her I made it myself.

I roll down my window a crack so the rain doesn't come in but I can still hear the girls.

"Hey, Missy!" The blonde exclaims, holding an umbrella over her and the red head. "It's Joselle, remember? And that's Nancy." She points to the girl beside her. I repeat the names in my head. Joselle. Nancy. Simple enough right? We'll see if I remember them in the morning.

I try and smile. "Yeah, hi. Wat's up?"

"We were wondering, if you didn't have any other plans, if you might like to catch a movie with us or maybe some coffee? We know a cute little coffee shop downtown that has really good coffee and does live music. You can even get up on the stage if you think you're good enough." Joselle explains to me. I try to respond but Nancy chimes in.

"The people are really nice there! There's no judging and even if you suck they applaud you for having the guts to do what you love." They both grin at me from the other side of the window.

"I have a lot of stuff to unpack at my apartment-" I start.

"We'll help you unpack! We could go downtown, get coffee and donuts, pretend to be happy fat cops, and we can help you unpack!" Nancy is clearly the most excited one. I hold my breath for a few seconds then let the air out.

 "I don't know where it's at though." I try.

"If you let me, I'll drive. Or I can give directions. I give really good directions." Joselle smiles. I hesitate a moment then unlock the truck doors.

"Hop in," the girls squeal and get in the truck. Joselle gets in the passenger seat and Nancy sits behind her to look at me while she grills me with the same questions I've heard all day. The eager blonde beside me points out which streets to turn on and which allies to take without fail. The drive doesn't take as long as I thought it might and after the last turn, there's a little hut looking like building with God awful green shutters and a chimney. It doesn't look like much at first glance, but after we all get out and walk into the rather small building, it's packed. The place is bustling with little waitresses and waiters traveling with food and drinks on either arm. Through the crowd of people there's a bar with stools, none of which are open and across from the bar is a little area with bean bag chairs. 

The girls squeal and rush me over to the saggy plush chairs. Joselle and Nancy discus what they want to get to eat and if they want drinks. This place doesn't look like a donut shop and I get a little upset that they lied to me.

"Joselle," I say, trying to be heard. It was a waste of breath since it's so loud in the little hub. "Joselle!" I try again. This time she hears me. 

"Yeah?"

"I thought we were getting donuts and coffee? This looks like a weird bar to me." She laughs.

"I know. I'm sorry. I forgot to mention that it's a little like a bar. I mean they do sell coffee and donuts, but they sell everything else under the sun as well. You don't have to drink, but Nancy and I had a rough week before you came for training." I try to laugh it off and pretend like it's no big deal but it kind of is. I didn't want to be at a bar, much less one that doesn't look like a bar. Just a weird version of one.

I trek up to the bar and sit on one of the weird multicolor swivel chair, nearly falling off in the process, but hands catch me and help me to get readjusted. 

"Careful there," says a thick British accent.