~Dorothy Sawdon~

I followed Rachel back to her apartment after she decided to let go of me and stumble over my dog, apologizing and dragging me along to her place to see the mess I had created. It wasn't too bad but... Yeah it was really bad.

It was unfit to live in, seeing that I huge part of the ceiling was soggily laying on the couch and being that we were on the last floor, the outside world was free to roam in the open space of her living room freely.

Hence the birds.

She grumbled about everything until her uncle came over, a friendly looking man with jet black hair and a large smile, sharing a few similarities with Rachel but not quite matching her beauty. I let myself admit that.

He spoke to us in a sorry voice as he layed down the basics, telling us that the building could only cover so much of the expenses and that we would have to pay for the repairs partly. 2 thousand dollars in the exact.

I had nowhere near that much money to spend on Rachel even if I had caused her ceiling to collapse. I felt dizzy just thinking about what I would have to cut to pay even a fraction of that money.

"We'll split it" she said to neither of us in particular, arms akimbo and lips pressed together in a thin line as she stared this down. It was nice of her to offer to pay half when this was actually all my fault but I understood that she was grateful for my letting her stay with me till it was done thing.

I still felt sick to my stomach.

We decided we wouldn't begin doing anything to fix it until we both had plans on hw to pay for it and Rachel singled her uncle out to hushedly talk to him, far enough away for me not or hear.

I didn't pay attention to them, letting it sink in that I d1ould have to cut low on specific expenses to pay this off. I might even have to get a job.

You might be wondering how I even survive this way without a job but the answer is that I once had a job, working doors at a club but after getting harrased there multiple times and then getting blamed for it by my boss, I quit, accepting money from the one person I once swore to myself that I would never take anything from again.

But then I was asking him for money against and satisfying his inflated ego. It killed me ever day when I saw the money he sent me, the amount I needed and didn't get to flamboyantly flaunt but I did not have a choice. But it only meant he was crawling down my neck for a repay quicker.

I gritted my teeth when the thought passed by of me asking him for theoney to fix this. He would pay it surely but then he would dive right into meeting with me and trying to get me to fall into his trap. I could not let that happen.

"You okay, D--uh, Do..." she trailed, clicking her fingers as she tried to remember my name. I humourlessly laughed.

"It's Dorothy" I said for the umpteenth time, "You might wanna make a space for that in your pea sized brain if we're gonna be roommates"

She exchanged her own humourless laugh.

I helped her carry some bags over to my place, dreading different things all at once. Here's a list for you:

1. I was going to be sleeping a door away from the person with the highest body count in the whole town. (I wish I was kidding).

2. I would have ot get some stupid job orbwg for money to pay this all off if I didn't want to live with her forever.

3. Jordan would bury me alive if she ever figured this out.

The third one reminded me to warn Rachel about Jordan.

"Hey, Jones" I called her, making her look up at me, questioning in her eyes. "Don't tell anyone at school about this, especially Jordan"

"You think?" she asked, scoffing out a laugh. I folded my arms over my chest.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, frowning at her arrogant expression and stopped on my track, right in front of my apartment door, "That you don't want you precious reputation to be tainted by telling people we live together?"

"You sound like a nagging housewife" she simply told me, making me fume at her. I huffed.

"I don't want to be seen with you either so whatever" I walked off into my apartment, leaving her to carry the rest of the bags herself.

The rest of the day was spent packing but it was mostly just Rachel because she kept saying dumb things to piss me off and I kept storming away angrily, going to sit and pet fluffy while I watched her lug around her many bags of who-knows-what.

Then night approached and I began to work on a sleeping plan for Rachel and I. I was taking the bead, obviously so Rachel would have to settle for sleeping on the couch.

I began to set it up, placing the blanket and pillow over the expanse when Rachel walked in.

"What are you doing?" she asked, walking close to me and standing right behind me as she kept her arms akimbo. I turned to face her.

"Setting up the couch for you to sleep in, duh" I told her, pushing past to go find something to eat before I went to bed.

"I am not sleeping on the couch" she said, making me sigh.

"No way you're sleeping with me"

"Oh come on, Sallow" she said, "You afraid you won't be able to resist me?"

I rolled my eyes with a laugh, "In your dreams, Jones" I ignored the way she got my name wrong again.

"Please" she clasped her hands together in plea, jutting out her bottom lip in a pout. Cute.

I took a cup ramen from the fridge and put it into the microwave.

"No" I simply said, making her arms fall in defeat. She glared at me.

"What is that?" she asked with a grimace pointing at my cup ramen like it was something she had never seen before.

"Called ramen." I said slowly, emphasizing on the last word. She rolled her eyes at me.

"I know that much" she said, "Not on my watch" she sauntered over and grabbed the suo from my hand.

"Hey!" I tried to get it back but she would give it. I sighed in defeat.

"I'm going to make something" she said,pushing me away from the kitchen counter to access it easily.

"You can cook?" I asked with a scoff, obviously not expecting someone like her to even k ow how to boil water. She just didn't seem like the type.

"Yep, you pick it up after all those morning afters" she smirked. I sighed in exasperation. "Now go paint your nails or something. I'll tell you when I'm done"

I rolled my eyes with an unfightable smile and walked away but not before hearing Rachel say, "I've almost got nothing to work with".

She emerged later with two dishes in hand, placing them at the kitchen counter. She called me over with a wave, grinning in excitement as I approached her.

I looked down at two mouth-watering plate of aromatic cassoulet. Chicken cassoulet.

"Thought I'd make you something from my home town which just so happens to be Paris" she came to sit beside me, turning her body fully to me and grinning.

"Taste it" she said. I took my fork in hand, glancing once at her before digging in and bringing a fork up to my mouth. I monaed at the taste, closing my eyes as I savoured the complimenting flavours.

"Whoa, calm down Dammy, you're going to orgasm from my cooking alone" she joked, diving into her own plate and eating from it. I turned to her with wide eyes, ignoring her earlier statement.

"It's so good" I told her. It was, probably one of the best things I'd tasted. "How'd you learn to cook like this?"

She shrugged, "My mum". She didn't seem to want to expand on that and I didn't k ow her enough to pry.

"Well, it great" she smiekd in thanks at my compliment. And then what she had said a few moments earlier came back to me and my expression soured, "Do you make this for every girl you're with?"

She laughed, "You're one funny girl, Donna" she said, making me shake my head instead of correcting her.

After we devoured her food, we decided to head to bed. Time flew by and it was 11 already. I contemplated letting Rachel stay on my bed with me but didn't.

I fell asleep alone while she crashed ont the couch, surprisingly not disturbing me about wanting to sleep with me on the bed.