“Could you ask them to turn down there music at least,” my best friend, Sahara whines to me.
“That’s just gonna make him turn it up more louder, dude.” I say, staring at floor of my apartment.
“Well maybe you should say something again, damn.” Sahara says, noticing that the music is getting louder the more we talk.
Hi, I’m Lola King, I’ve been living in LA for three months now with Sahara, my bestfriend. I love it here. Me and Sahara grew up in a pretty small, isolated part of New York. Not many people visited over there they usually went to the big parts of New York like Queens or Manhattan.
Sahara lived right next door to me and automatically we became bestfriends. We both have a passion for dancing, we have had one since we were 8.
When senior year came around, we started thinking about what we were going to do
because we both knew staying here wouldn’t really do us any justice. We found a small dance company across from a little apartment that was vacant.
Once me and Sahara graduated, we packed our bags and hopped the fuck out of there. Two weeks later, we bought the apartment on the 7th floor and have our jobs at the dance studio across the street as choreographers. The only problem is our neighbor. Nate Maloley, all he does is smoke, fuck, sleep and repeat. It’s so annoying, different girls come from his house almost every night. There is always a party going on over there. I got so sick of it, I decided to go over there to tell him to turn it down. Long story short, I got a door right in my face. Sahara even tried, he wanted to fuck her though. Something that really pisses me off is that I went to the landlord to tell her the problem and these are the exact words she said to me:
“It’s Mr.Maloley’s space and he is allowed to do whatever he wants with it.”
He probably fucked her too. 100% percent sure he did. I’ve learned to tune out the music but Sahara hasn’t. He thinks he can get whatever he wants and get with any girl because he is a hot ass rapper with sexy tattoos… What am I doing?
“Lola, you need to tell him to turn that shit down. Now.” Sahara says, I’ve had enough too.
“You’re right, he needs to fuckin learn some respect for the people around him.” I get up and put on my shoes.
“Yes, go get him!” Sahara cheers me on, pushing me out the door. Fuck, I sigh and start approaching Nate’s door, I knock loudly so he can hear it over his music.
The music turns down and I hear the locks on the door start to be unlocked, My heart begins to race as I see a shirtless Nate Maloley with tattoos and a gold chain around his neck, with a very amused smirk on his face.
“Yes, Lola?” Nate says, looking me up and down.
“Can you turn down your music for me? I’ve learned to tune it out but Sahara hasn’t so can you please?” I say hoping that he will corporate with me.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” he says not looking into my eyes. I sigh in relief.
“Thanks, Nate” I smile,
“Tell Sahara to come over whenever she wants to bang and same to you too,” he says winking and going in to his apartment.
I scoff and go back to my apartment.
“So?” Sahara questions me as I walk into the room.
“He turned it down,” I assure, not even including Nate’s message knowing that Sahara would never go up on his offer.
“Alright, I’m gonna go to sleep then.” Sahara says, yawning and stretching.
“Night Hara,” I reply, going to sit on the couch and turning on the tv. I hear Sahara’s door close I turn on The Office and my eyes begin to close as the episode begins and I drift to sleep.
“Hey Lo, can you help me get some stuff out of the car?” Sahara calls to me on my phone.
“Yeah sure” I say sighing. I have done nothing all day today, all I’ve been doing is eating and watch Netflix. I wanted to hang out with Sahara but she was busy doing shit, I don’t know, honestly. I put on shoes and start heading down the stairs to Sahara’s car. As I turn the corner, I see Nate standing there, looking around nervously.
“Hey Nate” i say walking towards him.
“Hi” He replies not even looking up to give me even a glance.
“Alright, nice talk. K bye,” I say turning the other way to start heading to Sahara’s car, which is across from us. As I’m walking over there, I feel a sharp pain in my head and I fall backwards.
“Oh shit, are you okay?” A guy with dark hair says, a very worried look on his face. Must I say, he was fine as fuck.
“Hello?” He says. As if he’s looking into my soul.
“Um, yeah” I say, starting to get up and wipe off my hands on my pants. He is still staring at me but more intensely this time. I smile and begin to turn around to leave.
“Wait,” I hear him say behind me.
“Yeah?” I question looking over my shoulder. “What’s your name?” he ask.
“Lola.” I say simply.
“John.” he replies.
“Well Lola, you’re very beautiful and i feel bad for giving you a slight concussion, so let me take you out tonight” He says looking down at his shoes and then looking up at me. I chuckle and begin to reply.
“As long as you don’t knock me down again,” He laughs.
“I promise I won’t knock you down,” he says, closing the space in between us and touches my arm. I feel a blush start to creep onto my face as he does that.
“Swazz!” Somebody screams behind us. I look to see Nate looking at Swazz and making a ‘come here’ motion with his hands.
“Swazz? Who’s that?” I question him, raising my eyebrow. He sighs.
“It’s a nickname my best friend gave me back in high school. I told him not to call me that when I was talking to pretty girls” he says semi-annoyed with Nate.
“It’s fine, John. It’s just a nickname and it actually sounds pretty cool,” I reassure him.
Wait, wait, wait… Nate is his bestfriend. GOD DAMN IT, LOLA WHY THE HOT BESTFRIENDS.
“You’re bestfriends with Nate?” I ask hoping to hear a no.
“Yeah, I am. You know him?” He questions.
“Yeah that’s my neighbor,” I chuckle nervously.
“Ohhh, so you’re the famous 'annoying, hot neighbor’,” he chuckles.
“Excuse me?” I say taken back. John laughs. So, to Nate I’m the hot, annoying neighbor? Wow, that’s not bad compared to everything else I’ve been called.
“So, where are we going?” I ask, referring to our date.
“Oh maybe we can just chill at your place, maybe watch a movie,” he says.
“Yeah totally” I smile.
“So about 8?” He asks.
We begin exchanging numbers and he kisses my cheek.
“I’ll see you later beautiful,” he says walking over to Nate and bro hugs him, I guess. I look over at Sahara’s car and she wasn’t there. Shit. I say running up the stairs to get to the apartment to see if she is there. I open the door to see a annoyed Sahara looking at me.
“Hello, Lola” she says harshly, sipping her coke, not even looking at me. I begin to whine.
“Sahara, I forgot I’m sorryyyyyyyyyy.” I say, acting like a two year old.
“Why should I forgive you, huh?” She asks, still looking away from me.
“Because you’re helping me get ready for my date that is in three hours,” I say acting like it’s nothing. Sahara’s face drops and then she just starts screaming like a weirdo.
“Shhhhh, he’s right next door.” I say giggling and putting my hand over her mouth. She licks my hand.
“Nasty.” I say, hitting her.
“So how did Nate ask you out” she says wiggling her eyebrows.
“No, no. Not Nate. His friend, John.” I say chuckling at the thought that if Nate would ever ask me on a date.
“Oh well, let’s start getting you fuckable.” She says grabbing my arm leading me into her room.
“Am I not fuckable now?” I question, looking down at my sweatpants and oversized tee shirt. “John found me fuckable with this on,” I mumble.
“No girl he saw that ass and said DAMN A BITCH PACKIN,” she says, grabbing my ass. I laugh and continue to walk to her room.
“Ok, where is this date” Sahara asks, looking through her closet.
“In our living room,” I reply. Sahara raises her eyebrows and gives me a look.
“Tell me this wasn’t his idea”
Sahara starts to shake her head. What’s wrong with him pitching that idea to come here? I don’t feel like doing my makeup or hair. Doesn’t sound like a bad night to me.
“Lola King.” Sahara starts, “ he wants to fuck you, for gods sake.” She finishes. I laughed,
“No, he doesn’t. We just met today”
“Doesn’t mean his weeny doesn’t want a go at you,” she says chuckling.
I shake my head. “Find me some clothes, hoe. Hurry up, he’ll be here in 2 hours,” I say as I look down at my nails and start to pick at them. All of sudden, clothes are thrown onto my bed.
“Wait, where are you gonna stay?” I question her, feeling bad at the fact I’m technically kicking her out of her own apartment.
“Don’t worry Lo, I’m going to the studio to practice.” She says reassuring me.
I sigh, thank god she won’t be here or it would be so awkward.
After 40 minutes of picking out my outfit and Sahara giving me a talk about sex which was the funniest shit ever, she starts to get ready to leave.
“Remember. No fucking on that couch, it’s brand new.” She says, tying up her shoes and picking up her bag.
“I know, I know, Mom. John is gonna be here any minute now, leave.” I say rushing her. I don’t want him coming in and thinking she is gonna stay, that’s just gonna ruin that shit.
“I don’t want little Lolas’ running around in this bitch,” she says pointing her finger at me.
“Alright, just leave already.” I say, starting to push her out.
“Keep Lola Jr. in check, hoe. I know how you are when a dick is around you,” she says chuckling and closing the door behind her. I laugh out loud when she finally left.
I start to pace after 5 minutes pass. What if he got kidnapped? What if he lost interest? What if Sahara was right my ass was poppin and he wanted some? oh damn it, Lola. Stop. As I start to pace faster, there is a knock at the door.
A/N: I will post a new chapter every Monday and Friday thanks for reading the first chapter💕 -Kendria
Ahh, my first proper drawing using Copics! There are bits I think I could do better, but overall I’m actually really pleased with how it came out. I definitely still need to work on my patience and take my time - I find that if I do a section reasonably well, then I get overconfident and rush the next bit and end up getting frustrated ;A; personal failings, yo. Minor adjustments made in Photoshop to compensate for my poor old scanner.
Lineart drawn using a dip pen and Speedball Super Black inidia ink. Not sure about how waterproof the ink really is as I found if I was using a number of layers of Copic it smudged slightly. Will keep trying, though!
January - Alexander Hamilton February - Elizabeth Schuyler March - Angelica Schuyler April - George Washington May - John Laurens June - Lafayette July - Hercules Mulligan August - Thomas Jefferson September - James Madison October - Peggy Schuyler November - Maria Reynolds December - Aaron Burr
1. A and B co-author an essay 2 A and B shop for clothes together 3. A and B awkwardly discuss the weather 4. A and B get hopelessly lost 5. A and B split a meal at a fancy restaurant 6. A and B are handcuffed together 7. A and B trek through the woods 8. A and B get mistaken for one another 9. A and B find themselves in agreement over something they didn’t expect 10. A and B have a screaming match 11. A and B play catch 12. A and B play chess 13. A and B arm-wrestle 14. A lends B a book 15. A teaches B something 16. A gives B directions 17. A sings B a song 18. A lectures B about something 19. A worries about B 20. A cooks B a meal 21. A flirts with B 22. A has a massive unrequited crush on B 23. A gives B a piece of their mind 24. A and B dance at a ball 25. A writes a tell-all pamphlet about their relationship with B 26. A and B play a piano duet 27. A is keeping a secret from B 28. A embarrasses B in public 29. A gives B horrible advice 30. A gives B good advice 31. A gets B fired
I’m off sick today but am determined not to snooze the day away like I did yesterday. A good opportunity to do some quick Copic sketches (with a dab of Photoshop at the end)! I really need to practice with my markers. I’ve been so busy recently that I’ve not had much opportunity to use them and I’m still a total newbie.
maybe bellarke + sharing, if you get the chance? :)
Clarke stopped at her row and tipped her head toward the dark-haired man sitting in the aisle seat. He stood up and let her squeeze past into the vacant middle seat and then settled back down. They exchanged polite smiles while the stern-looking dark skinned woman in the window seat ignored her existence, which was just fine with Clarke. She hated making forced chit-chat on planes, and the nine hour flight from Honolulu to Denver was long enough–not to mention if either of them were continuing on to Chicago. Clarke was sure she shouldn’t take that much small talk, so their silence was a blessing.
The flight attendants launched into their safety briefing and Clarke pulled out her kindle. The man to her left did the same and the first few hours passed in blessed silence. He handed her her bloody mary when the flight attendants came around with drinks and moved aside when she asked to get out and use the bathroom after another hour. He stood up when she came back, but just as she sidled between the seats they hit a bout of turbulence. Clarke stumbled and her seatmate somehow managed to catch her before she fell hard on the armrest. For just a moment his hands went around her waist and, well, she wasn’t blind. He was handsome, with those dark unruly curls and the sharp jaw. His dark brown eyes bored into her and Clarke had a sneaking suspicion that the way her stomach dropped had nothing to do with the turbulence. The plane leveled out and they smiled awkwardly at each other. He seemed to realize his hands were still on her hips and let go abruptly, letting Clarke sit back down.
“Clarke,” she said as he buckled his seatbelt. “Thanks for catching me.”
“Bellamy. Any time,” he said with a smile that threatened to turn her knees to jelly.
Clarke broke her usual plane rule after that and started making inane small-talk. She learned Bellamy had been in Hawaii for his sister’s wedding, and she explained just how boring a three day orthopedic surgeon conference could be. After an hour–and two more drinks, which she expensed to the hospital–Clarke knew a lot about Bellamy. She knew he’d practically raised his sister, and she knew he was finishing up a doctorate in Ancient History at Northwestern. In turn, she’d told him about her dad (she didn’t tell a lot of people about him, but after Bellamy mentioned his mother’s death she somehow felt comfortable opening up) and somewhere between her second and third drinks she admitted she hadn’t seen anyone since she and Lexa. She could have sworn she saw a spark in his eyes when she said that, but she told herself she was imagining things.
The plane started to descend and Clarke couldn’t believe they were already arriving in Denver as she started mentally calculating how weird it would be to ask if she could switch seats to sit near him on the flight to Chicago. They filed out of the plane and fell into step next to each other on their way to the next gate. The airport was unusually busy for so late at night, full of people sleeping on the chairs and standing grumpily in line at the service desks.
Clarke and Bellamy groaned in unison when they reached Gate B23 and discovered that their one hour layover had turned into almost five. Their gate was already full of disgruntled travelers thanks to Chicago staring down the barrel of a winter storm. “Why don’t you grab us a seat and I’ll go hunt up some food?” Bellamy suggested, and Clarke scouted out a spot on the floor (all the seats were already full) near an outlet.
Bellamy was gone for almost ten minutes when he returned with an armful of chips and candy bars. “Everything’s closed, but I found a vending machine,” he announced. “Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s fine,” Clarke assured him and he dumped the food unceremoniously to the ground. Bellamy sat cross-legged across from her and they sorted through his bounty. An easy silence fell as they ate, and after a while Clarke felt her eyes growing heavy. She leaned her head back against the wall and drifted off. At one point she felt something near her shift, and suddenly she was warm and far more comfortable.
Who knew that sleeping against an airport wall could feel so nice?