Permanent
Chapter 1
Ellie Hoover
Shutting the door behind me and being engulfed in the sweet smell of homemade brownies was not a bad way to start the evening of what had been such a hectic day. Dropping my bags and umbrella to the floor beside me, not caring that they were in the middle of the walkway, I walked to the kitchen only to be met by my roommate pulling brownies out of the oven and setting them down on the only spot left of the counter which from looking around, I noticed was covered in various baked goods and baking supplies. She had the deer in the headlights look on her face as she looked up at me as if she had been caught. I then realized it was going to be a long night to top off my horribly long day. The only time the kitchen resembled that of my grandmother’s bakery was when my roommate was stressed. I think there is a psychological term for baking for stress but I have yet to look into it. I sighed, knowing exactly what the cause of this mess was.
“Kels,” I started as I slowly walked over to her from the kitchen archway, “why don’t you take off your apron and change your clothes so we can go get some dinner? It looks like we won’t be able to use the kitchen tonight,” I added.
She simply nodded her head and followed my orders. I preceded to start cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and started asking myself why I decided to live with my best friend when I could be on my own in a nice serene place. My thoughts were disrupted as I heard Kelsey walking in behind me, dressed in a clean pair of black jeans, boots, and wrapped in her sweater.
“Ready?” I asked, followed by her timid nod of her head. Poor thing looked like a puppy who just peed in the house awaiting the punishment.
We started walking out the door as I picked up my things dropped only ten minutes earlier. Kelsey had been my best friend for five years, so I basically knew her like the back of my hand. I knew when she was like this she was in need of a quiet place with some good food and alcohol to ease her mind. I thought of the perfect place just as we opened the doors of the building outside to the wet Seattle weather.
After the waiter left with our food orders I decided to go right into it.
“Kesley, I know you are nervous about your job interview, but there is nothing to be nervous about! You are overly qualified and it is obvious you were made for the job” I said.
She nodded, taking in what I had to say. “I know, Ellie. It’s just this is my dream job and I have worked so hard for this. What if I don’t get the job? What if someone else is a better fit than me?”
I took a long gulp of my pale ale. I love my best friend, really; but she can be so doubting of herself. I didn’t see how she could doubt herself so often. To be honest, I was jealous of her with her natural long strawberry hair complemented by her perfect 5’8” body. I on the other hand was stuck at 5’3” (and a half). She had studied and worked hard to get to where she was and I was sure she was going to get her dream job. I had an amazing job, owning my own clothing company, but I’m sure it is not something my parents would have been proud of. From what I remember, my dad had always emphasized the importance of intelligence, school, and getting a highly paid respectable job. I have my parents to thank for pressing me in my schoolwork so I could graduate early, but I had my grandmother to thank for pushing me to do what I want and not get the boring desk job. Now I have my own successful business, which does pay really well in case you were wondering. But back to my best friend..
“Kelsey, I love you, but shut up. You know you are perfect for this job and if you don’t get it then so what? You can go look for another one or continue to work for me if needs be. Stop stressing. You look way more than two years older than me with your frown lines. I heard your face can get stuck like that sometimes.” I added with a wink.
“Shutup. Thanks El. Maybe you should come to my interview with me tomorrow?” She asked with hopeful eyes.
“I wish, but I don’t think they would be too happy with that. Besides I have to figure out what I am going to do with all that shit you made in the kitchen!” I laughed.
Shutting the door behind me and being engulfed in the sweet smell of homemade brownies was not a bad way to start the evening of what had been such a hectic day. Dropping my bags and umbrella to the floor beside me, not caring that they were in the middle of the walkway, I walked to the kitchen only to be met by my roommate pulling brownies out of the oven and setting them down on the only spot left of the counter which from looking around, I noticed was covered in various baked goods and baking supplies. She had the deer in the headlights look on her face as she looked up at me as if she had been caught. I then realized it was going to be a long night to top off my horribly long day. The only time the kitchen resembled that of my grandmother’s bakery was when my roommate was stressed. I think there is a psychological term for baking for stress but I have yet to look into it. I sighed, knowing exactly what the cause of this mess was.
“Kels,” I started as I slowly walked over to her from the kitchen archway, “why don’t you take off your apron and change your clothes so we can go get some dinner? It looks like we won’t be able to use the kitchen tonight,” I added.
She simply nodded her head and followed my orders. I preceded to start cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and started asking myself why I decided to live with my best friend when I could be on my own in a nice serene place. My thoughts were disrupted as I heard Kelsey walking in behind me, dressed in a clean pair of black jeans, boots, and wrapped in her sweater.
“Ready?” I asked, followed by her timid nod of her head. Poor thing looked like a puppy who just peed in the house awaiting the punishment.
We started walking out the door as I picked up my things dropped only ten minutes earlier. Kelsey had been my best friend for five years, so I basically knew her like the back of my hand. I knew when she was like this she was in need of a quiet place with some good food and alcohol to ease her mind. I thought of the perfect place just as we opened the doors of the building outside to the wet Seattle weather.
After the waiter left with our food orders I decided to go right into it.
“Kesley, I know you are nervous about your job interview, but there is nothing to be nervous about! You are overly qualified and it is obvious you were made for the job” I said.
She nodded, taking in what I had to say. “I know, Ellie. It’s just this is my dream job and I have worked so hard for this. What if I don’t get the job? What if someone else is a better fit than me?”
I took a long gulp of my pale ale. I love my best friend, really; but she can be so doubting of herself. I didn’t see how she could doubt herself so often. To be honest, I was jealous of her with her natural long strawberry hair complemented by her perfect 5’8” body. I on the other hand was stuck at 5’3” (and a half). She had studied and worked hard to get to where she was and I was sure she was going to get her dream job. I had an amazing job, owning my own clothing company, but I’m sure it is not something my parents would have been proud of. From what I remember, my dad had always emphasized the importance of intelligence, school, and getting a highly paid respectable job. I have my parents to thank for pressing me in my schoolwork so I could graduate early, but I had my grandmother to thank for pushing me to do what I want and not get the boring desk job. Now I have my own successful business, which does pay really well in case you were wondering. But back to my best friend..
“Kelsey, I love you, but shut up. You know you are perfect for this job and if you don’t get it then so what? You can go look for another one or continue to work for me if needs be. Stop stressing. You look way more than two years older than me with your frown lines. I heard your face can get stuck like that sometimes.” I added with a wink.
“Shutup. Thanks El. Maybe you should come to my interview with me tomorrow?” She asked with hopeful eyes.
“I wish, but I don’t think they would be too happy with that. Besides I have to figure out what I am going to do with all that shit you made in the kitchen!” I laughed.
Notes
Hello! I am new here. I know it is short and boring but I am trying this out. Hopeful it doesn't turn into a total disaster. Hopefully I will have another chapter up by the end of the week. xo.
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2/25/17