" Cause your sneaky pride gets to you. "
Cigarette buds in the ashtray & sink.
Vodka bottles broken & strewn across the tiled floor.
Smelling of smoke & puke.
You could barely recognize who lived there.
As she stepped on broken bottles and plastic cups she realized how much damage it had all done.
The wreaking smell of puke whistled across from the bathroom.
The door ajar and light blinking, the place looked abandoned to her.
If she hadn't lived & owned the place, she wouldn't have bothered cleaning up.
the stench of rotten pizza and the atmosphere of another high school party had brought stomach clenching memories to herself.
As she picked up the remains of food that once tasted good but now whch looked like a mixture of puke and shit which she placed in a huge black bag.
By the time she went through the three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one living room, one pool area, backyard and kitchen, she had three trash bags of food alone.
It could have fed the whole of Africa.
But who was she to be a hypocrite now?
After picking out remains of food she mopped the floor.
With her hair tied up glasses over her head, short black pants, and a baggy raggy tee shirt that had looked so damn good on her, she cleaned her disgustingly dirty, trashed up apartement.
The heat in the outside world wasn't affecting her.
The blazing sun's rays wasn't getting to her in anyway.
She was a little rich bitch that lived in air conditioning twenty four - seven.
She prepared herself a martini after mopping the stained parque.
Work was tedious as hell on her.
She had lived the life of luxury growing up. In a huge mansion on a farm by the beach side
She went to a private dance school, and was utterly pampered by her parents.
Boyfriend's came and went like the flying pigs, but her last was her best.
Attending college a million miles away from home, with new found friends, and more surprisingly best friends she lived alone in a three bedroom apartment that her parents had given her as a key to life.
The only living impersona that lived with her was her dog - Gus.
After her apartment was spotless clean and smelled of pot pourri, she lit up her cigarette and sat on her patio with Gus on her lap, looking out into the city.
City lights were bright, they never died around here, and she was glad for that.
The pang of hunger struck her and she smelled her friendly neighbour whip up something exquisite.
She hadn't lived here for very long, approaching four moths, with monthly visits back home. She had never thought her dad would send her away so far, but he had remarked on her independency throughout high school and thought she was matured enough.
She lay her fingers on the walls of her apartment as she slowly led herself to the end of the hall, and into her soothing cream coloured bedroom.
She turned on her shower, and lay Gus on her bed.
She remote controlled her wardrobe open and picked out what she were to wear out that night.
She picked her Guess flats, Topshop knickers, her embroided with diamonds La Senza bra, her miss sixty jeans and a lazy top from Cape Cod.
She slipped off her clothes, and as they fell to the floor, the sound of Mozart turned on.
She lay in her bath tub for about fifteen minutes, enabling the amazing smelling oil essentials to seep through her body.
After her relaxing tub time, she turned on her shower full blast and let the flow of the water hit the tender skin coarsely.
She scrubbed down her body in mango soap, and rinsed her hair in daisy shampoo.
As she dripped wet across her bedroom floor, her phone started to ring.
As she dragged herself across the room, Gus jumped down from bed and ran to her side for cover.
Alan was calling.
For the first time in months.
She put her phone on loudspeaker and listened to the sound of his background while she roamed around her room.
'Babe,' he yelled over the top of his voice.
'Hi Alan,' she managed to mumbled before picking Gus up.
'Do you have plans tonight?' he muttered angrily.
'Not really,' she whispered, hoping he'd hear her wrong.
'Great, i'm coming to pick you up now.' pause. silence.
'Right, bye then.'
Before she could say anything, he hung up.
She free-ed Gus from her hands as she paced across the floor to her enormous bed.
She could fall into bed and fall asleep now.
She was dead tired.
She had subconciously decided that she was neither dressing up or down for him.
As she fixed the last buckle on her belt, and puled tight on the string of her blouse a loud thud came from outside her apartment.
Whilst walking to her front door, a double knock came, and a loud. 'Hello Kylie', from the closed wooden double door.
She let Alan in, but walked back to her bedroom before saying anything to him.
While putting on her make up, she thought of all the possibilities that could happen tonight.
edit: I know what it's like having to wake up every morning praying for something better.
listening to: Boys Like Girls - Heels over head.
reading: Jodi Picoult - Nineteen Minutes
obsession: Bacardi
feeling: obsessive compulsive
craving: sleep
I'm at the bar with him <3
au revoir
-pregnant fat ballerina-
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