The Girl with the Red Lipstick
A Day in the Life
"EMMA! EMMA! EMMA!" Sean screamed while he banged on my bedroom door. I had my pillow over my ear and tried to tune him out but quite frankly there is only enough of Sean's high pitched yell that you can take. I jumped out of bed in a t shirt and underwear and flung the door open screaming "WHAT!" into his face.
"I JUST GOT A FLIRT!" He yelled running down the hallway and jumping back onto our couch with his laptop. "WHY COULDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT WHEN I WOKE UP!" I screamed flinging my door shut and getting back into bed.
I know what your thinking, why so much yelling. I love Sean like crazy, he's like the gay brother I never had. So we treat each other like brother and sister, always yelling and teasing each other but we have our sweet moments. Right now he's trying out online dating in order to find his perfect man. Though he has such a long list I doubt anyone would be good enough. My other two roommates are Nick and Craig. Both go to NYU and are probably crashing at someone else's apartment because someone would have yelled at me and Sean to shut up.
After a while of tossing and turning in bed I couldn't fall back asleep so I got back up and wandered into the kitchen, my butt totally hanging out in my thong. Sean doesn't seem to notice, it's like when he decided to become gay he just tuned out girls all together.
"Girl you have the flattest ass I have ever seen" Sean remarked from the couch. Well I guess he does notice. I poured myself some cinnamon toast crunch (my addiction) and plopped down next to him on the couch, shoveling spoonfuls into my mouth. I may not be fat anymore but I sure eat like one. I just work out way to much.
As I was eating bowls of cereal and Sean scanned guy's profiles I couldn't help but think of the night before. It wasn't just the fact that I slept with a famous guy that couldn't make me stop thinking about him. I just couldn't put my finger on it. For some reason I was reluctant to tell Sean about it cause I know he doesn't approve of me sleeping around.
When I was done eating half the box, I went to get changed. Putting on a vintage skirt and a white blouse. I brushed my blonde hair and put on my usual red lipstick. 10 minutes max, I'm a pro at getting ready. Grabbing my apron I said bye to Sean and raced out of my apartment.
Since I live in Brooklyn I had to take a subway into the city. Us Brooklyn's call Manhattan the city. When I arrived at work I was a minute late and I could see Lola shooting daggers at me from across the cafe. I started brewing up coffee and ran around handing out muffins and bagels to the costumers. Of course when I had a moment of break Lola stormed right up to me.
"What the fuck. Where the hell did you go last night!" She yelled and whispered to me. Our boss hates when we cuss and quite frankly neither of us wanted to lose our jobs. "I could say the same to you." I said right back.
We brewed more coffee as we spoke quietly, the cafe starting to die down a little as our stale hour of the day came up.
"Yeah well at least I don't just vanish without telling my best friend where I'm going. You know that I had to call Sean to make sure you actually got home? You know what he is like on the phone, kept talking about how he's trying online dating. Probably gonna last as long as his other experiments go." I smiled, Sean was one interesting flower that's for sure.
"So who was this amazing guy you just had to rush out of the club to bone?" She asked casually as she mixed around batter for muffins. It surprised me that I didn't want to tell her about Harry, it's one of those secrets I just want to hold onto witch is weird cause I tell her everything.
So I shrugged telling her that I didn't know his name. She didn't question me and we got back to work as the afternoon wave came in. I love this job but you don't get very good tips so I had to plaster a huge smile on my face while I got peoples orders hoping my kindness would allow them to be generous.
I was wiping down the counters when someone walked into the door that made me duck down under the counter. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" I mumbled, out of all the other places to go Harry fucking wants to come to this one? What the fuck!
"Hello?" I heard his British accent call out and I held my breath hoping he won't somehow sense me. I guess Lola noticed I wasn't behind the counter so she went to help him, not questioning my hiding place cause I do do some crazy stuff. After he ordered a cup of coffee she bent down beside me.
"So I'm guessing the guy you slept with last night was Harry Styles." I nodded, a look of panic on my face. She is so going to kill me.
Sighing she said "Well I guess you can take his order of pancakes out to him."
"No! You bastard you can't do this to me!" I whispered but she was already walking away. Can this day get worse?
I took a deep breath then got up, only to find him smirking at me from the other side.
"Well, well. The girl with the red lipstick."
Fuck
"I JUST GOT A FLIRT!" He yelled running down the hallway and jumping back onto our couch with his laptop. "WHY COULDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT WHEN I WOKE UP!" I screamed flinging my door shut and getting back into bed.
I know what your thinking, why so much yelling. I love Sean like crazy, he's like the gay brother I never had. So we treat each other like brother and sister, always yelling and teasing each other but we have our sweet moments. Right now he's trying out online dating in order to find his perfect man. Though he has such a long list I doubt anyone would be good enough. My other two roommates are Nick and Craig. Both go to NYU and are probably crashing at someone else's apartment because someone would have yelled at me and Sean to shut up.
After a while of tossing and turning in bed I couldn't fall back asleep so I got back up and wandered into the kitchen, my butt totally hanging out in my thong. Sean doesn't seem to notice, it's like when he decided to become gay he just tuned out girls all together.
"Girl you have the flattest ass I have ever seen" Sean remarked from the couch. Well I guess he does notice. I poured myself some cinnamon toast crunch (my addiction) and plopped down next to him on the couch, shoveling spoonfuls into my mouth. I may not be fat anymore but I sure eat like one. I just work out way to much.
As I was eating bowls of cereal and Sean scanned guy's profiles I couldn't help but think of the night before. It wasn't just the fact that I slept with a famous guy that couldn't make me stop thinking about him. I just couldn't put my finger on it. For some reason I was reluctant to tell Sean about it cause I know he doesn't approve of me sleeping around.
When I was done eating half the box, I went to get changed. Putting on a vintage skirt and a white blouse. I brushed my blonde hair and put on my usual red lipstick. 10 minutes max, I'm a pro at getting ready. Grabbing my apron I said bye to Sean and raced out of my apartment.
Since I live in Brooklyn I had to take a subway into the city. Us Brooklyn's call Manhattan the city. When I arrived at work I was a minute late and I could see Lola shooting daggers at me from across the cafe. I started brewing up coffee and ran around handing out muffins and bagels to the costumers. Of course when I had a moment of break Lola stormed right up to me.
"What the fuck. Where the hell did you go last night!" She yelled and whispered to me. Our boss hates when we cuss and quite frankly neither of us wanted to lose our jobs. "I could say the same to you." I said right back.
We brewed more coffee as we spoke quietly, the cafe starting to die down a little as our stale hour of the day came up.
"Yeah well at least I don't just vanish without telling my best friend where I'm going. You know that I had to call Sean to make sure you actually got home? You know what he is like on the phone, kept talking about how he's trying online dating. Probably gonna last as long as his other experiments go." I smiled, Sean was one interesting flower that's for sure.
"So who was this amazing guy you just had to rush out of the club to bone?" She asked casually as she mixed around batter for muffins. It surprised me that I didn't want to tell her about Harry, it's one of those secrets I just want to hold onto witch is weird cause I tell her everything.
So I shrugged telling her that I didn't know his name. She didn't question me and we got back to work as the afternoon wave came in. I love this job but you don't get very good tips so I had to plaster a huge smile on my face while I got peoples orders hoping my kindness would allow them to be generous.
I was wiping down the counters when someone walked into the door that made me duck down under the counter. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" I mumbled, out of all the other places to go Harry fucking wants to come to this one? What the fuck!
"Hello?" I heard his British accent call out and I held my breath hoping he won't somehow sense me. I guess Lola noticed I wasn't behind the counter so she went to help him, not questioning my hiding place cause I do do some crazy stuff. After he ordered a cup of coffee she bent down beside me.
"So I'm guessing the guy you slept with last night was Harry Styles." I nodded, a look of panic on my face. She is so going to kill me.
Sighing she said "Well I guess you can take his order of pancakes out to him."
"No! You bastard you can't do this to me!" I whispered but she was already walking away. Can this day get worse?
I took a deep breath then got up, only to find him smirking at me from the other side.
"Well, well. The girl with the red lipstick."
Fuck
10/18/13