1996 (doesn't follow exact Mötley timelines)
Marci's POV:
My bedroom window was propped open. A spring breeze, drifted into my room and played with my beige linen curtains as the morning sunshine dappled drops of light across my ceiling-tall bookshelf.
9:00 am, my alarm clock read. I had been awake for six hours already. I didn't know why my body decided to wake up at 3:00 in the morning, nor why I was unable to fall back asleep. It probably had something to do with the fact that I was going through an early quarter-life crisis, but I'd leave that for my therapist to decide next Tuesday.
I sat on my bed with my knees crossed and held up against my chest, reading a stupid romance novel (the kind with a half-naked man on the cover that you'd buy from a thrift store for 25 cents). If Stephan caught me reading it, he'd tease me to no end. He could never understand the charm of having a fictional boyfriend... and if he could, he probably wouldn't be my boyfriend.
I pushed my slipping glasses higher onto the bridge of my nose, and flipped the page.
Knock, knock, the knock at my door startled me.
"Come in," I said, snatching my glasses off my face and closing my book. I'll be back soon Antonio.
In walked, not one, not two, but all three of my roommates — All three of them wearing tight-lipped sympathetic smiles.
Who died?
"Hey Marci," Heidi said, sitting down at the foot of my bed. Drew took a seat at my desk, while Carrie sat right next to me and grabbed my hand in a friendly gesture.
Carrie spoke up next. "Heidi called a come to Jesus meeting, Marci... the thing is —" she paused, trying to find the right words as to not offend me. That girl couldn't hurt a fly; she was a pacifist through and through.
I bit my lip — I already knew what they were about to say.
"You're late on rent again." Drew bluntly finished for her. Bingo, I knew that was coming.
Carrie turned around and glared at Drew. Drew simply shrugged at her. Unlike Carrie, Drew had no problem with being honest — brutally so at times. I had grown used to it — I had grown used to all their personalities and quirks. After all, we had all lived together since our sophomore year at UCLA.
"I know, I know. I promise I won't let it happen again." Drew looked at me with one eye-brow raised, suspicion laced in her stare. "I'm going to get a job waitressing or something for the time-being." It hurt me to say those words. I promised myself that after I graduated from university, I wouldn't need to take another service job just to pay rent — I'd be starting my fantastic career in the film industry, I naively told myself. Unfortunately, it didn't take me long to learn that graduating a few years after a recession with a film degree wasn't my brightest move. In hindsight, I should've picked a safer career choice like Carrie, who was a preschool teacher or Heidi who was finishing her nursing degree (Drew didn't need any money of her own, for she was a trust-fund baby just like Stephan. She lived her life pretending she had an art career).
Heidi pat my knee. "Thanks Marci," she added before hopping off my bed. Carrie followed behind her, but Drew stayed put.
"Can I help you Drew?" I asked somewhat sarcastically.
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