Post by Hayley Everett on Nov 15, 2012 18:46:12 GMT -5
Boston was… different.
It was a big city that somehow retained a small-town vibe, with everyone apparently still knowing each other’s business. It was her first day in the house, and her neighbor had already brought cookies to her front door and offered sugar and milk for whenever she needed any. Cool. Not that she ever drank milk, or used sugar… her basic necessities were coffee, oatmeal and ramen—everything else could take a back seat. She never refused food though, especially cookies, and these were chocolate chip cookies… yeah they’d probably be gone in ten minutes, too delicious. She tripped over a box of books on her way to setting the cookies on the table, cursing under her breath as she tried to hold in a scream.
“For the love of… gahhhhhhhhh! Stupid freaking box!”
Yeah, it was the box’s fault. And now the cookies were on the floor, ten seconds rule! She scrambled to her feet, using the heel of her right foot to walk as she gathered up as many cookies as she could, discarding the ones that had hair on them… who’s hair was this? Ew. Oh Boston, it’s the first day and you give me a jammed toe, hair cookies, and no internet. It’s nice to meet you too.
After a few hours of rearranging her scattered moving boxes and giving up on hopes that her laptop would connect to someone else’s wifi, she through on her minus-the-leather leather jacket and slammed the door behind her. Woooosahhhh Hayley, woosah. She wasn’t sure if woosah even worked, but it seemed to help the characters in Bad Boys II, so it was worth a shot.
Great, going it alone… again. Guess it’s time for the bff’s to hang out, me, my book, and my coffee, fun times all over again. She didn’t mind being by herself, but being in a new city without knowing anyone or where anything was kind of sucked. Thank you creators of GPS for smartphone, who even uses GPS for walking? Me… lame. She could’ve taken her car, it was a nice car, an Infiniti coupe… but she needed to “walk it out” today. Great, now that song was stuck in her head… I hate that song.
She had a certain presence to her when she entered the room, this was her kind of place, the Thinking Cup. Usually the blonde and bitchy girls didn’t come to these kinds of places, and they should stay wherever their skanky asses were… away from her. She sat in a corner by the window after ordering her caramel latte with extra caramel, they put latte art of a leaf in her cup, so cool. She looked out of the window at all of the strange faces walking by, everything was so different here, but the night still held its comfort to her. She belonged in the night with its people, and therefore coffee was never a bad idea before the night got started. Coffee and a date with her book boyfriend.
It was a big city that somehow retained a small-town vibe, with everyone apparently still knowing each other’s business. It was her first day in the house, and her neighbor had already brought cookies to her front door and offered sugar and milk for whenever she needed any. Cool. Not that she ever drank milk, or used sugar… her basic necessities were coffee, oatmeal and ramen—everything else could take a back seat. She never refused food though, especially cookies, and these were chocolate chip cookies… yeah they’d probably be gone in ten minutes, too delicious. She tripped over a box of books on her way to setting the cookies on the table, cursing under her breath as she tried to hold in a scream.
“For the love of… gahhhhhhhhh! Stupid freaking box!”
Yeah, it was the box’s fault. And now the cookies were on the floor, ten seconds rule! She scrambled to her feet, using the heel of her right foot to walk as she gathered up as many cookies as she could, discarding the ones that had hair on them… who’s hair was this? Ew. Oh Boston, it’s the first day and you give me a jammed toe, hair cookies, and no internet. It’s nice to meet you too.
After a few hours of rearranging her scattered moving boxes and giving up on hopes that her laptop would connect to someone else’s wifi, she through on her minus-the-leather leather jacket and slammed the door behind her. Woooosahhhh Hayley, woosah. She wasn’t sure if woosah even worked, but it seemed to help the characters in Bad Boys II, so it was worth a shot.
Great, going it alone… again. Guess it’s time for the bff’s to hang out, me, my book, and my coffee, fun times all over again. She didn’t mind being by herself, but being in a new city without knowing anyone or where anything was kind of sucked. Thank you creators of GPS for smartphone, who even uses GPS for walking? Me… lame. She could’ve taken her car, it was a nice car, an Infiniti coupe… but she needed to “walk it out” today. Great, now that song was stuck in her head… I hate that song.
She had a certain presence to her when she entered the room, this was her kind of place, the Thinking Cup. Usually the blonde and bitchy girls didn’t come to these kinds of places, and they should stay wherever their skanky asses were… away from her. She sat in a corner by the window after ordering her caramel latte with extra caramel, they put latte art of a leaf in her cup, so cool. She looked out of the window at all of the strange faces walking by, everything was so different here, but the night still held its comfort to her. She belonged in the night with its people, and therefore coffee was never a bad idea before the night got started. Coffee and a date with her book boyfriend.