Chapter 1 Dan
I stood in the Livingroom, staring at the girl who was bent over a notepad and calculator looking like she was having the worst day of her life. She picked up the letter and looked at it again. “What’s the damage?” another girl came in asking looking worried, she was a tall fire redhead that I wasn’t ashamed to say looked like sex on legs, especially in what she was wearing, a short Red dress that stopped just above her knees. “We can pay it.” the girl said looking worried at the pad. “Really?” the redhead girl asked hopeful but full of doubt. “Yeah if we don’t eat for the rest of the month.” The brunette said looking stressed at the paper. “So it’s not payable?” the redhead girl asked worried. “If we didn’t pay rent this month, but then we would have the problem again next month.” the brunette told her extremely worried. “Well I’m sure the landlord will appreciate that.” the redhead girl told her sarcastically. I watched them wondering why this conversation was what interested the girls. Was money that much an issue for them? “I will find a way I always do.” the brunette told the other girl, but she didn’t sound hopeful. “Maybe we should just swallow our pride?” the redhead girl asked the brunette sadly. “Will your pride allow that?” the brunette asked her interested. “Nope yours?” she asked. “Nope.” She said with a weak smile. “Okay so we are not eating this month?” the redhead girl asked. “Look in the cupboards I think we have enough cereal to live on dry cereal until I get a plan.” The brunette told her. I wondered why they didn’t just not pay the letter, or ask to pay in instalments. “Do we really need to pay again?” the redhead girl asked so sadly. “If we do not pay, we are in serious trouble.” The brunette responded. “Trouble if we pay trouble if we don’t. Why don’t we just give up.” the other girl said sadly. “Pride.” They both said with a grin. I looked at both girls wondering what the hell this was. The redhead girl smiled and walked straight through me not noticing anything, well I wasn’t really there after all. I woke up from my dream and looked around my bedroom. Were these girls even real? Why whenever I slept did I just end up stood watching the brunette? I felt like a stalker as the last few times I just stood over her whilst she slept. She was beautiful, I held no doubt about that. I was starting to nap during the day, so that I might see her awake and find out things about her. But mostly I just saw her sat at the table in her apartment working on a laptop. Maybe it was because I could only really nap on a Saturday and she did her exciting things when I did mine. Well I hoped she wasn’t just someone who stayed home all the time. What would be the point in dreaming about a girl that did nothing? The amount of times I had seen her hot friend. I doubted I wouldn’t recognise her in a crowd, with her fire hair and hot legs and hot closet to match she really was a picture. If I saw either girl in real life I would follow them. I wanted answers. Walking out my dorm room I was greeted to the sight of my mates sat playing on the PlayStation. “Finally sleeping beauty we got a gig tonight got to rehearse then go set up.” Ethan said looking like he had been waiting hours, I doubted he had been up that long himself. He was tapping the sofa arm with his drum sticks. He always had to keep his hands in a beat. He was someone who defiantly marched to his own beat. He was doing business studies at college and in all honestly none of us understood what he was doing. “Come on Dan.” Alex said grabbing my attention. I nodded not sure what the hell I was even thinking myself. I kept drifting of a lot lately. Not the best thing to do in the last month of my senior year at college. How Alex was doing hospitably and tourism, I honestly couldn’t tell you. All of the boy’s majors did not really fit us. It was quiet funny at the end of the day. We really just wanted to make it big as a band. But we all secretly doubted it would ever happen. I walked back into my room, run a comb quickly through my hair so it looked messy by design rather than I just woke up messy. Then I grabbed my favourite guitar and joined the boys ready to go set up for the gig. I supposed I really had slept the day away it was 3pm already, what a waste of a Saturday of class. I really should start living my life. It wasn’t like the brunette did anything fun. Except worry, I just wanted to know something anything about her. Other than the fact she couldn’t pay her bills.