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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Rain.
Arianna Jamison made a face as she stared out of her apartment window, watching the storm rolling in. The thunder was still off in the distance, but it was still on it's way, which meant she had to leave pretty quickly if she wanted to get to Adam's before it. Heaving a sigh, she pushed off the window and turned around, her baby blue eyes scanning her semi empty apartment. Sure, she had trinkets and odds and ends in it, but it still didn't quite feel homey. Maybe that was her fault.
The twenty year old had lived in this place for about a year and a half now, and though she struggled sometimes, it was worth it. She'd left home at eighteen, leaving behind her alcoholic father and his countless drug addicted girlfriends. Ever since her mom died when Ari was about seven, things had changed for the worse and never gotten better. Her father hadn't been able to deal with the love of his life's death, and he'd spiraled into a depression that led him to drink.
Though he'd never hit her or anything, there had been a lot of screaming fights that led to the cops being called, especially throughout her later teenage years. Sometimes his girlfriends took better care of her than he did-- how else would she have learned what it meant to be a woman? But they were always concerned with the alcohol or the drugs. Growing up around that life, she knew she wanted nothing to do with it. She'd graduated at seventeen, turned eighteen that summer, and left on her birthday.
She'd been here ever since. Picking up and leaving was extremely hard, but she made it through. She got a job as a waitress and eventually gotten a second job as a data entry clerk, which helped out with her rent a lot. Working two jobs was still necessary and hard, but she found time to have a small social life. She only had a few friends, but that was all she needed. Friends that helped her not to go insane.
Hearing another thunder clap rolling in the distance, she grabbed her two button black jacket and slipped it on, sliding her feet into her black heels as she did so. After adjusting those, she grabbed her purse and keys and left the apartment, locking it behind her. She ran to her car, knowing the rain would be much worse once she got to Adam's. Turning the key in the ignition, she shifted into reverse and backed out of the spot, and then was off.
She reached his house in about twenty minutes time, parked and ran through the rain again to get to his front door. She knocked three times before he answered, a slack-jawed grin on his face as he stepped aside to let her in.
"It's getting bad out there, huh?" He asked, staring at the storm for a moment before shutting the door.
"No, not at all." Arianna shot back, removing her jacket and draping it over a chair to dry. "Just us?"
"For now." He shrugged, moving past her into the kitchen. "I made snacks."
"You mean you bought chips?"
"Pretty much." He grinned at her, throwing a bad of ruffles at her. She caught it and threw it back, looking to the living room where he'd been playing Call of Duty.
"Do you play anything else?" She asked, going to sit on the couch and picking up the controller, unpausing the game to finish the round.
Arianna Jamison made a face as she stared out of her apartment window, watching the storm rolling in. The thunder was still off in the distance, but it was still on it's way, which meant she had to leave pretty quickly if she wanted to get to Adam's before it. Heaving a sigh, she pushed off the window and turned around, her baby blue eyes scanning her semi empty apartment. Sure, she had trinkets and odds and ends in it, but it still didn't quite feel homey. Maybe that was her fault.
The twenty year old had lived in this place for about a year and a half now, and though she struggled sometimes, it was worth it. She'd left home at eighteen, leaving behind her alcoholic father and his countless drug addicted girlfriends. Ever since her mom died when Ari was about seven, things had changed for the worse and never gotten better. Her father hadn't been able to deal with the love of his life's death, and he'd spiraled into a depression that led him to drink.
Though he'd never hit her or anything, there had been a lot of screaming fights that led to the cops being called, especially throughout her later teenage years. Sometimes his girlfriends took better care of her than he did-- how else would she have learned what it meant to be a woman? But they were always concerned with the alcohol or the drugs. Growing up around that life, she knew she wanted nothing to do with it. She'd graduated at seventeen, turned eighteen that summer, and left on her birthday.
She'd been here ever since. Picking up and leaving was extremely hard, but she made it through. She got a job as a waitress and eventually gotten a second job as a data entry clerk, which helped out with her rent a lot. Working two jobs was still necessary and hard, but she found time to have a small social life. She only had a few friends, but that was all she needed. Friends that helped her not to go insane.
Hearing another thunder clap rolling in the distance, she grabbed her two button black jacket and slipped it on, sliding her feet into her black heels as she did so. After adjusting those, she grabbed her purse and keys and left the apartment, locking it behind her. She ran to her car, knowing the rain would be much worse once she got to Adam's. Turning the key in the ignition, she shifted into reverse and backed out of the spot, and then was off.
She reached his house in about twenty minutes time, parked and ran through the rain again to get to his front door. She knocked three times before he answered, a slack-jawed grin on his face as he stepped aside to let her in.
"It's getting bad out there, huh?" He asked, staring at the storm for a moment before shutting the door.
"No, not at all." Arianna shot back, removing her jacket and draping it over a chair to dry. "Just us?"
"For now." He shrugged, moving past her into the kitchen. "I made snacks."
"You mean you bought chips?"
"Pretty much." He grinned at her, throwing a bad of ruffles at her. She caught it and threw it back, looking to the living room where he'd been playing Call of Duty.
"Do you play anything else?" She asked, going to sit on the couch and picking up the controller, unpausing the game to finish the round.