#haven't been able to draw much due to sickness and now work but we did this before bed

[mushtoons]

so the gang and i finally agreed to a persona

[whattodowithace]

Roommates Code: How it Began (Seyoon’s Story)

Title: Roommates Code: How it Began

Pairing: Liju x Seyoon & Donghun (But can be reader x Seyoon & Donghun)

Genre: Humor, slight spice

Word count: 2187

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

"Would you stop playing that video?" I groan, ready to throw my textbook at my schoolmate who sat on my head watching a music video for the hundredth time.

"I have to watch it closely. It's for science." She answers me, her eyes staying glued to the screen in front of her.

"You could help me with our homework project due in a few days. For science." I mimic her wording, making her narrow her eyes at me before shutting her laptop down to get her books.

This is how our relationship was. And how it probably always would be. My relationship with my classmate was fairly new. Both of us meeting one day at a study group in the library at our school. We continued to see each other for the next four weeks. The group we were with ignoring us most times, leaving us with just each other to talk to. Now we had moved our study sessions to my house. Us studying for school together becoming a weekly habit on top of sitting next to each other during lunch break at school as a excuse to hang out.

The room is silent for five minutes before she pipes up again; "You know, with the amount of times we talk to each other and see each other, we could move in together as roommates once we graduate." She tells me.

I look up from my book to meet her eyes, surprised to see she was actually being serious. I lean back in my chair as i say, "We would probably kill each other."

She shrugs, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she does so. "We might." She says, "Or we might not. We've been hanging out with each other for five months now and haven't manged to argue yet. And we don't seem to stress each other. And i don't see you or i getting boyfriends means how we like being alone so much."

I laugh,  the idea amusing and sounding fun. But it seemed a little outlandish means how we still had another nine months of high school left.

"We'll see where we are when we finish school. We might hate each other by then." I say before turning back to my book.

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The problem with us, however, is when we kid about something, it often times happens somehow. Two months after graduating high school we found good paying jobs and a available apartment.

"I'll let you two look around a bit more." The landlord of our new apartment said as she walked down the stairs, "Congratulations on getting the place."

We both thanked her with smiles on our faces before shutting the door and letting out an excited scream. Our place small but roomy enough for us, making it feel like a palace compared to our small bedrooms at home. And the biggest difference was this was our place.

"Which room do you want?" She asks me as we make our way down the hall.

"You can have the bigger room. You have more things than i do." I tell her, stepping into what would be her bedroom.

"You've never had a big bedroom before though." She says, sounding guilty.

I laugh, "Please, my room has a bathroom. That's a luxury by itself."

We both laugh as we continue walking around our rooms. At one point I stand in my room trying to think of how to arrange things when i hear her call,

"If we shut our bedroom doors can we still hear each other?" She asks, poking her head into my room.

Our bedrooms were stationed right next to each other, the thought of being able to talk even from our rooms making me giggle.

"Lets see." I say through a laugh. Shutting my bedroom door, hearing her do the same a moment later.

She taps on the wall next to my room, the sound echoing through my empty room. "We could learn mores code!"   I hear her say as she starts randomly taping the wall with her hand.

I laugh and lean my back against the wall, "If our walls are this thin that means our neighbors can hear us. Which means they're going to wonder why your using mores code to summon Satan."

I hear her laugh as she walks out of her room and into mine, "But if we ever get boyfriends it might be an issue. We'll hear more of each other than is wanted."

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Four years later:

I sit at the kitchen table one afternoon scrolling through my Ipad when the front door unlocks and my roommate steps inside. I open my mouth to greet her but quickly shut it when i see the man standing behind her.

"Thank you again for walking me home, Seyoon." She says, smiling at him as she leans her body weight against the door.

"It was no problem." He says sweetly, smiling back at her.

I bite my lip and slowly move off my chair to try to sneak away to my bedroom to give them some privacy. I had just stood up when she turns her head and looks at me,

"Where are you going?" She asks, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I straighten and force a smile on my face, silently cursing her for drawing attention to me.

"Nowhere." I answer  in a sweet voice, my eyes narrowing at her.

"Hey Seyoon." I wave at him.

Seyoon waves back at me, "Hey, good to see you."  His smile widens as he looks back at my roommate before saying, "I should get going. But it was really good to see you all. Thank you for letting me walk you home." He says. I don't miss the way his hand slightly reaches for hers that rests on the doorknob or how he lingers at the door though. All of this making me smirk.

She thanks him again before shutting the door completely and whirling around to throw her bag at me. I let out a cry when it hits me on the shin.

"What the heck do you keep in there? Bricks?" I grumble as i rub my leg.

"I keep them in there for when i need to beat you to death." She fires  back. "I told you to stay in the same room as me if we ever see him. Then you try to wonder off!"

"He looked like he wanted to be alone with you!" I shout, a smirk on my lips.

She narrows her eyes at me before running up and kicking my feet out from under me, making me land on my back, air leaving my lungs.

She kicks me in the butt, making me scream.

"He walked you home! That's a clear sign he wants a relationship with you!"  I scream at her. Her face going red.

"I don't care, because i don't want a relationship with him." She mumbles quietly.

I stand up from the ground and brush myself off, "Are you sure about that?" I ask, making her hesitate but still narrow her eyes at me.

This had been an ongoing conversation between us for the past month. Kim Seyoon was her workmate, he also only lived a block away from our apartment. For the past month, he had been making it very clear he liked her. Making lunch for her, sending her texts to check on her when she didn't show up at work. He even brought over some soup once for me when i was sick and she had stayed home to make sure  i didn't die. Clearly trying to get on my good side as well.

Needless to say, i liked him for her. But her being the stubborn person she is, refused to admit she liked him or wanted a date with him. So for the past month we had talked, argued, and screamed at each other about the matter. Even though she denied it, i could see her walls cracking slightly. She was growing more of a weak spot for him than she wanted to admit.

"I'm going to go. I ordered a Pizza for dinner for us." I tell her as i pick up my car keys.

A smile grows on my roommates face at the mention of her favorite food. "This doesn't change anything. I still don't like you."

I laugh and roll my eyes, "I know." I sigh out as i walk out the door.

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"This one?"

"No." I answer after observing the dress briefly that she had pulled from her closet.

"I don't know what to wear!" She groans in frustration. Raking her fingers through her hair.

After three months of bucking liking Seyoon, she finally caved in to him. Tonight being their first official date that he was going to pick her up for in an hour.

"I still say this dress," I tell her, holding up a red low cut dress with a thick black belt around l the waist.

"But i don't want to wear it." She whines, stomping her foot slightly.

I sigh and put the dress down on her bed. "You look good in it and you know he would like it. You just are too scared to wear it."

My roommate glares at me, mumbling words under her breath as she goes to put the dress i picked out on.

For the remaining hour we walk around our apartment finding things she needed to complete her look. Which included her borrowing one of my necklaces, me doing her hair while she worked on her makeup, and us arguing back and forth like always.

The doorbell rain as she was putting her shoes on, the noise making her jump and look at me panicked. I smirk at her as i wonder down the hall to my door so he couldn't see me when she opened the door. She gave me a passing glare as she went to open the door, Seyoon greeting her warmly in a white button down shirt and black slacks. His blonde hair falling over his eyes in fluffy locks. His eyes widening slightly and his voice going nervous when he saw her.

I smile to myself as i watch the pair walk out the door. I retreat into my bedroom for a night to myself while she was gone.

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I stumble into the kitchen sleepily the next morning. My eyes refusing to stay open. I go to the fridge and pour some cold coffee into a cup when my roommate comes out of her room, her eyes sparkling.

"Good morning." She say brightly, going to the fridge to pour herself a glass of milk. Her long hair doing little to hide several of the dark patches that cover her neck and collarbone

I stand by the counter with a glare on my face as she does so. My gaze on her making her meet my eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that? And why do you look so tired?"

"Maybe it's because certain people wouldn't stop moaning and panting last night." I snap. Making her almost spit her mouthful of milk all over the floor.

"You heard us?" She coughs.

"Our walls are paper thin!" I say, "Your bed is close to the wall so i could hear everything. Until 3AM i heard many many things."

"No.. you... you didn't,  did you?" She asks, her voice cracking and her eyes wide from shock.

"That's a good boy." I mimic, using one of her choice words that night.

She gasps loudly, her face and neck going red. "I thought you would be asleep!"  

"I was. But all the noise definitely woke me up." I tell her, finishing off my coffee to put the cup in the sink.

"We need a code of some sort if he's going to be coming over here a lot for your make outs." I tell her.

She gives me a nervous look, her face still red. "What kind of code?" She asks.

"Something. An agreement that we will leave when the other one wants to spend time alone with their boyfriend or something."

"You don't have a boyfriend." She jabs, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Shut up." I snap, making her laugh.

For the next hour we sit on the couch going back and forth on the rules of this code. The code being simple enough, but holding a measure of  trust that the other one would respect the others privacy when asked. We had just finished setting special text tones for each other as part of the Roommates Code when Seyoon walked out into the living room. His blonde hair sticking up in funny places and several dark marks littering his neck.

“Do you guys always laugh so loud?" Seyoon teases, a smile tugging at his lips as he rubs his eyes.

"I know someone else who's loud."   I mumble under my breath, making my roommate stand up quickly and chase me to my room, screaming at me the entire time. Leaving a chuckling Seyoon to stand in the living room alone.

[kiwidrawsah]

Creepypasta OC

Pablo and Lilly #digitalart #creepypasta

About the characters:

Both are related.

The man in the chair is called Pablo...

No wait.

I'll just let them speak.

Lilly:

Hello!

My name is Lilly Ork and I'm 4 years old.

I like pandas and bears, because they are really cute!

I also like listening to my papa. He always gives me something fun to do!

I don't like lemons. They make me want to throw up, also I don’t like chilies, but I like cakes! Papa doesn’t let me to eat them so much though.

I don’t have a mama or grandpa and grandma. I saw papa kill them.

I don’t go to school either. Papa said that that's a bad idea.

Daddy told me that when I was little I met my grandma and grandpa once. They didn’t like me, when I asked about my mommy he said she didn’t like me either!

I didn’t mind it though. As long as papa gives me Pat's on the head and buys me new toys every time an old one gets dirty I don’t mind!

I have long brown hair made in pigtails, with such cute pink ribbons I took from a girlie I saw on the street. She got really mad at me, her mommy too. So papa took her out that night! Then he gave me the ribbons!

I wear a really pretty one piece dress with paws print on it! Papa bought me that dress recently, but from being nice white color it turned red, the brown. When I asked my papa about it, he told me that red color changes to brown when dry. I think I missed a part then.

One day I got really sick, my eye was really itchy, so papa and I went to see a doctor.

Papa then told me that I had Heterochromia. I'm not sure what that means. He gave me an eyepatch to hide one of my eyes.

I have a story on that too. Little while ago I got lost in a supermarket. Papa and I were out shopping for trash bags and something to eat. An old lady found me there. She told me I have beautiful eyes. Apparently I have one green and one blue eye.

Papa was mad at me for going off on my own, but he praised me for finding another annoying victim.

I don’t speak much, papa doesn’t like noise, so I'm quiet. I don’t really like to speak either. Now that I think about it, I don’t like hearing other people talk. Papa always talks to me and with me but I don’t hate it. Because its papa.

When I'm alone with papa and not haunting annoying people, we usually draw and collect things. I like doing that!

It's really fun to collect rocks and then draw on them!

What I dislike to do is talking with older men. They always look weirdly at me. My papa too dislikes them.

I cant read or write but papa is teaching me!

I can now read headlines of newspapers alone!

I really like my teddy bear. This is 3rd one already.

Kill?

I like to give poison to people my papa points out to me.

I usually walk to a person papa doesn’t like and then lead them astray!

Then my papa strangles them!

If not that, then I put white poisonous powder I have in my teddy bear.

People don’t suspect anything. That's weird.

Well it was nice talking to you!

Papa is behind you though. His eyes are telling me that both of us were quiet annoying and noisy just now!

Good bye! It was nice talking to you!

Eren:

My name is Eren Ork. I am 24 years old, a collage drop out and orphan.

Well not to then full extent, as you will hear later on, I killed my mother, father and step brother.

Why?

Because I was bored and they were all annoying.

That's what I hate the most, annoying people.

This is my story. It's not short but well, listen to it while you still can.

I've been alone since I can remember.

I grew up in a rich family.

"Next heir of our cooperation"

"He is so smart he can do anything."

Well, I would've stayed if my mother wasn’t a cunt like she was.

She would force me to study and made me spend my hours watching my father work.

Maybe because she wasn't even sure if I was my father's child.

As far as I know, I'm a single child. An only son of the CEO, and like I said only one who can actually take over the company.

So I was adored and respected to some point.

I learned how to act.

Sing.

How to play a piano.

And how to hate my family.

I never went to actual school. Other then my mother's abuse in a way, I was always alone. So when I turned 12.

I discovered something really amusing.

"We are reporting. The several killings that have been going on. As the reporters from the scene are reporting. In this small house, like you can see. We found multiple bodies. Their skin was used as a canvas, is what the policeman are stating. It is still..."

My face was glued to the screen.

The fact, that someone could do something like that, amused me. It seemed interasting. I wanted to try it.

But...

"What are you doing?! Aren’t you supposed to study?!" My mother was screaming at me from the door to my room. She's so loud and annoying.

"Get away from that. Damien! Take that thing out of my son's room!" So loud.

"You move away from that thing!" She stomped next to me, and grabbed me for my arm and pulled me up.

"Let me go, you loud hag." Is what I told her.

She just frowned and slapped me.

I felt it, I wanted to return her the same favor. But my father was behind her.

"Just what do you think you are doing?!"

That night, they fought through the whole night.

I just thought.

"Oh. This is fun"

For the 1st time in my whole life I found something fun. Yes, the 1st time.

Due to my actions and absence, my father bought me a cat. It was loud so I killed it. Then the dog, then the hamster, then they just gave up on buying me pets. I would always think of some reason on how they died. I couldn't tell them I liked how when they kinda screamed.

So, when the tutors would come in...

I would make them turn away.

Leaving my father and mother the only other option to educate me.

Boarding school.

When I was 15. I got sent into the boarding school. It was a private school, which are usually boarding schools. Unlike other rich boys I was thrilled to get sent into one.

I was away from that annoying mother. But...

Now there were some adults with no real status giving me orders...

So annoying.

It wasn't an only boys school so.

"Hey Pablo is kind of handsome?"

"I know right. His brown hair and eyes are so special!"

To let you know. I have dark brown hair and green eyes. I was told a lot that my Emerald like eyes resemble my mother's, never saw her in color, and my hair kind of resembles my father's. That's why they probably suspect me not being an true Ork, but a bastard child of some sort. And my build, well it was normal. I had height, but I wasn't anything special really. So...

"Ahhh. I wonder how would be to date him." "His family cant reach mine though" I never understand those girls.

So they are annoying.

I want them to go away.

"Hey" I spoke in a normal tone. I didn't want to let them know I'm pissed off. More like "They are giving me a headache."

"Oh sorry." The girls looked at me surprised. Only one of them spoke.

They had sad faces on. I couldn't care less. I would like to see them all cry. Maybe I could mess with them for a bit.

I could only grin on that idea. The fact I didn't think of something like that for so long....

So by the time I was about to graduate. I was considered popular in my school.

People would want to talk to me.

For the first time in my whole life, what my bitch of mother thought me paid off.

I was popular, I had fun ruining people's lives.

Until I mention the rest. For the whole 4 years I haven't visited my mother or father. I couldn't stand idea of them.

I haven't seen them or talked to them for 3 or 4 years. My boarding school didn’t allow parent visits, so I saw them at the day of graduation for the 1st time after 3 years.

"God. You've grown so much Pablo." My mother was standing in front of me. When I was 14 I was still looking up at her, now I have to look down to be able to follow her. She had her hand on my cheek. She was crying. I still didn’t understand it. She was also annoying. But during my time here. Other then good grades and popularity. I gained ability to fake my feelings quiet easily.

Not that I felt any.

I just smiled at my mother. "You've gotten older mother.".

"Well aren’t you mister obvious."

My father was staring at me from the side. He had a grown on his face.

You asshole.

What so I don't take after you anymore so you get all cold with me.

After the graduation ceremony. I returned home. And started collage.

In collage it was the same as high school. This time it wasn't a private school. My father's business was falling apart.

He also held a grudge against me never visiting home.

Like I care.

In collage, I met an interesting girl.

She was from a poor family and liked me.

So we started dating.

It was a good way for me to try out discovering "love".

Since it seems like my mother is planning something. Just to be ready.

One day, she called me drunk and came to visit her.

And we slept together.

And then, the bitch disappeared.

She dare disappear after using my body.

And year later, she appeared. But this time she had a baby with her.

An ugly worm.

BITCH.

Ahh

Annoying.

Annoying.

Annoying. Annoying.

They are all annoying.

She gave the brat to me and left again. Like hell.

"What the hell?! Just what do you think you just did?!" Screamed my mother at me as I was left in a hallway, door just closed with 2 month old baby in my hands.

Tch.

"Now no one would want to wed you! You idiot chil--" next thing I knew was that my grip was on my mother's neck. "You are so annoying and loud. Another word and Ill snap that God damn neck of yours." I let her down.

Baby was just looking at me, she didn't cry. Just stared. That took my interest.

"I will be in my room."

"Pablo! Get back here!" I walked away listening to my mother scream my name as I went up the stairs to my room.

I was 20 when I got my daughter in my hands.

Pretty young.

She was the only quiet one. She cried first few months until she turned one. After that she didn't cry almost at all.

My father and mother didn’t like Lilly one bit. So when she turned one I dropped out of collage and was kicked out of my house.

I saved money over the course of my birthdays from age 18 to 20 and had enough money to get myself a apartment and small job.

.

.

.

Hah.

You think that's the end of my story?

Of course not.

When Lilly turned 2.

I went back to my house. Just to show Lilly her family.

There I met, a boy. He was around 10 years old. Heh. My parents adopted another child. To rise him as their company's successor.

Hahahaha.

Apparently, my father's company got big after I left.

They didn't even bother to tell me, to visit their only son.

I put Lilly down and snapped.

I killed my whole family that night. Oh how?

Simply by strangling them all to death, wouldn't be enough? Well that’s right.

Despite them being worse the horse crap. They did let me in the house.

We were invited to dinner every weekend. So I thought of a better way to kill my family.

I purchased a slow killing poison, I made Lilly put some in my father's tea when he was playing with her. For my mother, when I was showing her off my cooking skills, I cur her wrist open. I could just grin as she bled out. How did I not get found out? Because I had Lilly with me. I would go out of the kitchen "to fetch something" while Lilly would be in kitchen for a little while then start crying or scream. My plan went just as expected.

My father collapsed after being drugged for weeks on the poison, and my mother would be killed in a matter of hour.

All that was left was to get rid of evidence and then act as if I know nothing.

That day staff was out of the house. So Lilly didn’t have to scream or cry. There was a main butler and maid, but they didn't really care, being occupied in their own business.

So I just gave my mother sleeping pills. She probably overdosed. And the fiasco with my father went as planned.

So my dirty Step Brother, he too was a sleep. All that was left was to...

Bam. Put the house on fire. That's what I did. And...

"The big cooperation of the Ork family has fell under, due to the whole family's death. The whole house was burned to the ground by, how it seems, a mistake from one of maids. She used the fire lamp trying to light the rock over in the kitchen, burning the whole house down. Fire started in the kitchen  making the staff fall unconscious due to the smoke. When the family noticed the fire it was already too late."

I was staring at the screen with grin on my face. Lilly in my lap looking at the screen. Lilly was smiling,

The first words she every said were papa.

After that she never spoke again.

She was smiling this time and seemed really exited. "Papa! We do that again?!" Didn’t expect her to react that way.

"Did you find that fun?"

Lilly nodded at my question.

She is truly my daughter.

I put my hand on her head.

"Of course, well kill lots and lots of annoying people again."

"Yes!"

And so

My killing spree as a Black Demon began. Yes. My nickname is only black. I wonder who is the worst in our duo? I gave my precious angel a teddy bear, in teddy bear there was poison. Every time we go to kill.... We are always ready.

Hope you liked them. I'm planning on changing their names , but I don’t now in what.

If you have a suggestion please do tell me.

[shieldsmusic92]

So it started in my GCSE years so year 10/11. I originally wanted to be an electrician for some reason! The only reason why I would think I wanted to be an electrician is because I was told that Trade jobs are the best to have as you get paid well and it's a safe industry. By this, I don't mean I was pushed towards it as my family/people around me never pushed anything on me. I guess I didn't know what I wanted to do and just chose that, I remember my Grandad saying to me to be a decorater which I honestly could not think of anything worse.

So anyway I chose to do Electronics as one of my GCSE's which looking back, well no even then I knew it was a waste of time. The teacher did not seem to care and the only thing I remember is making a pencil holder which had little L.E.D Lights, I remember drawing up a design, I wanted it to light up and spin, my teacher said that it was possible to do and got my hopes up to then tell me half way down the line that it wasn't possible. I just think he couldn't be bothered to show me how to do it...

I don't remember the exact moment I realised I didn't want to be an electrician anymore but during my time doing my GCSE's I started listening to a lot more music and thus began my deep interest in music. I started playing guitar, going to gigs and playing in bands.

The end of GCSE's came and I went into sixth form where I studied Music Technology, I didn't know what I wanted to do career wise in Music but I just knew I wanted to be in the music industry. Learnt so much in the 2 years of studying with a great teacher. I learnt about all the technical side so how to record music but also I learnt the theory side of music like composing etc. I really wish I had started music from a young age so I could have learnt more theory based stuff about music.

After Sixth Form I went to University, Leeds Metropolitan University, where I studied Music Technology. I finally knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to be a sound engineer for Theatre, I am a major musical theatre fan, me and my family love going to see shows on the West End in London so this career would be perfect for me. I have to say University wasn't for me, I believe it is a hell of a lot of money and I unfortunately know a lot of people who are in the music industry who haven't studied at University. Although I developed some skills at University and learnt very few new things, I really think it was a waste of time. I did not make the most of University to be honest, I didn't have the typical student life but at least I got a degree out of it.

My first job was at Debenhams, I worked there as a part time sales advisor for 4-5 years but during University I left and started at New Look (fashion retailer) still part time but just wanted something new. I graduated from University and was set free into the real world! I worked more hours at New Look while I decided what to do with my life. I was in bands and was gigging and my dream was and still is to be in a big touring band full time so I decided against the sound engineer for theatre career as it would take up my evenings when I could be gigging but that didn't matter anyway because shit was about to go down.

I met my ex girlfriend through JoinMyBand in my final year of University, I joined her band at the time. We started dating and I stupidly moved in with her after a few months, she didn't work due to health issues and she had a child who I loved, all fine until she got worse and I quit my job to look after her full time!

Let's skip ahead 2 years because that story is for a different time maybe, maybe not.

We broke up on Christmas day 2016. I was jobless but bloody happy to be out of there.

February 2017 I started my job at New Look again except this time in a different store, luckily my old deputy heard what happened and offered me a job as she was Store Manager in the store which I worked at for about 2 years, I was so grateful to her and still am! It was here where I basically realised shit I need to get my life together now, I worked so hard and decided I would try and make it in retail, I wanted to get to the top! I progressed to Supervisor, step 1 complete. I also would like to mention that I met my beautiful wife to be here so that's another step of getting my life together complete.

After 2 years, I moved stores as working in different stores helps to progress in retail. This store was the White Rose store which I worked in after Debenhams so it was nice to be back there again. I was eager to progress but I didn't seem to be getting anywhere, October came and a position came up in York for Deputy Store Manager just Maternity Cover so I took it which was the best decision ever, as stressful as it was, I learnt so much from it.

The maternity cover contract came to an end in February and by this time COVID19 had started unfortunately cutting my time short at my next maternity cover deputy Store manager position at Doncaster, I worked there for 3 weeks then we went in to the dreaded first lockdown!

Lockdown ended and so did my maternity cover at Doncaster so I was unfortunately forced to go back to White Rose as a Supervisor but I owned it, my demeanor had changed and I had a name for myself.

Another lockdown was on the way during the Christmas period of 2020 I progressed to Sales Manager (promotion from supervisor) but only because our Sales Manager was off sick. It was all good, I was on good money and doing well for myself. Lockdown 2 came and I had a feeling that I would be stepped back down to Supervisor during this time, my January wage came through and my payslip said I was getting Supervisor wage again! Knew it...

Therefore I knew this was my time to start looking for a new job. I had done all I can at New Look I did so much for them, worked in many different stores, worked so hard but there just wasn't a higher position for me anywhere and I want to successful and just think New Look would not have been able to give me a position for a very long time especially in the current climate.

I started looking for jobs on Indeed. I applied to at least 100 jobs! I still wanted a Customer Service job as I'm good at it. I came across a job that was for a company called JHS which is a music instrument/accessory distributer, I thought oh this would be cool as its customer service based and its on music so everything I love! So obviously I applied.

We come to an end of my blog, this is what this blog is about, I went to an interview for this job, it was my first interview in a very long time....

I got the job! I officially start tomorrow, I have left retail and I am finally working in the music Industry, no it isn't the sound engineer career but to me it's better. It's Monday-Friday 9-5 all to do with music. My life now literally revolves around music and I wouldnt have it any other way!

Thanks for reading, wish me luck!

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 6.1

Chapter 6.1

September 1968 Barbara's P.O.V

The past few months had been annoyingly and tremendously busy, full of paying work, working on my design project and keeping Stella content by helping her with her textiles project. I ended up feeling like I had lost all sense of fun and my freedom  due to some deadlines that I had been given at the start of the summer and working on ever since.

Our Friday night bar gathering had halted for the last few weeks and before that we had only gone every other Friday night. Going to our gatherings was always something that I looked very forward to after a long day of drawing or painting and having to give it up for the time being was so tedious to me.

I'd always liked catching up with Freddie and Mary and what they were getting up to. Freddie had told me that he was following that band, 'Smile' and their gigs which were apparently around London around different university sites. He had also been telling me, the last time that I had been able to have a conversation with him, that he had made new friends in this band, that one of them was helping him at the stall that he and Mary were running in Kensington and that I should visit the stall and meet him.

Anyway, I had a lot of work to do and declined the offer of going to the stall at this moment in time due to work, maybe in the near future.

"We've got one of those letters again, Barb," Stella calls from the corridor of the apartment as I stayed seated on the sofa with the radio on.

"Oh goodness, what do they want now?"

Me and Stella had received a letter a few days ago about the apartment and how we were slow at meeting deadlines in paying the rent. This had also been another reason why I had been so beside myself and stressed, getting more hours done at Beba while also balancing my time doing uni work.

"It's another reminder, we need to pay in the next week."

I sigh in defeat, "Fuck sakes."

"We can do it Barbara, let's work as much as we can this week, get as many hours as we can," She reassures as she walks into our living room.

My head ached from all the work that I had already done, things had been made so much harder for me due to the lack of help from our parents, we were still young and doing a lot more than most people studying at our university. On the other hand, this was a wake up call for me, how hard life was going to be financially when I'm older, might as well understand that now, "I guess so,"

"Hey! I have a great idea," she blurts, holding her hands up to the air, "We could also do some work with Fred and Mary. Their stall?"

"Holy shit!" I say, "You're right, how did we not think about that before?"

"I don't know," she replies before we both let out a laugh of relief, "When are you next seeing Freddie?"

I sit back and think, "We don't really have anything planned, but he's always mentioning that band, maybe they have a gig coming up?"

"Perfect. When will you be going to uni tomorrow?"

"Around nine?" I say, moving my hand up and wiggling it a little to emphasise the fact that I wasn't actually too sure, "If I'm not lazy."

"Get up, let's have a tea," she commands, grinning, "Please just make sure you see him tomorrow, it'll be a nice thing to do for them since it's only the two of them at the stall."

"Three now apparently," I reply, "But it will be a really nice thing to do and Freddie has been wanting us to visit their stall for ages."

"Three?" She asks, turning around and stopping in her tracks from making the tea to face me.

"Yeah, one of the guys from that band has apparently started helping," I reply, shrugging my shoulders, "But yes, I will make sure that I ask."

"And if there is a gig coming up, please just go, don't stay home if I suddenly get sick, leave me to die," she states with a humorous smirk.

"Okay Stel."

The next day I had made sure that I was awake at a decent time in order to catch Freddie in the design room. My eyes ached as i practically dragged myself out of my bed and grabbed a quick bit of breakfast from the cupboard in the kitchen before leaving to do some work and also to see Freddie.

Surprisingly enough I had been the first person to enter the Graphic design room, the lights were off and everything was neat and tidy. I let out a yawn as I switched on the light and slowly walked towards my allocated draw to get my almost completed second sketchbook.

I sat alone in the room for what felt like ages when really, it had only been about half an hour since I had arrived. My sketchbook was placed in front of me on a page that I was improving with some more detailed illustrations that I would soon splatter paint over.

Soon after a few people had come in to get some work done considering that the deadline for our project was in a few weeks time. Funnily enough, as soon as I was beginning to worry about Freddie and whether or not he was going to show up, he came waltzing into the room, practically lighting it up with his presence.

He grinned widely as soon as he saw me, walking quickly towards me and taking a seat next to me, "Barbara I missed you!" He leant towards me so that our sides were pressed together, we hugged as if we hadn't seen each other in years.

"I missed you too Freddie, even though it's been about a week," I reply, letting out a loud giggle as we pull away from each other.

"It's been dreadful not having my drinking partner with me," he confesses, frowning falsely, "Miserable."

"Likewise," I sighed as I picked up my pencil and shading a few little shapes, "I'm so so sorry Freddie, I've just been so stressed out about work and money. I've had no time for drinking or having fun whatsoever."

A look of genuine concern spread across Freddie's face and he reached forward and placed his hand on my right arm, rubbing up and down gently, "Barbi-darling, why haven't you said anything?"

"I haven't had the time to, all I've been doing is working non stop," I whisper, trying not to raise any kind of attention towards me.

"I must help, it's my duty to help."

"I was actually wondering if me and Stella could help you with running the stall? I'm sure we could be of help to y-"

"Of course, of course, consider it done," he assures me as he continues holding onto my arm gently, "Me and Mary are desperate for you to come and see the stall."

"That's a relief," I say, feeling like a whole weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

"Just come whenever you feel like it, you know the address don't you?" He asks and smiles when he sees me nod, "I will also introduce you to my new friend too."

I smile weakly in response. I must've looked like an absolute wreck this morning considering I had not put any make up on this morning which meant that the bags under my eyes would be very distinct and I had also grabbed the first items of clothing that I'd seen after getting out of bed.

"I know what you need dear."

"W-What?"

"A night out with yours truly," he replies with a reassuring smile.

I groan in annoyance, "You know that I'd love to, but I can't, I have to work."

"You're working yourself too hard Barbara, one night won't hurt you," He states, his face and tone serious as his eyes don't leave mine for one second, "For me? I'm missing our nights out so much."

I just couldn't reply to him, I really didn't want to let him down, that was last thing that I wanted to do, "Me and Stella might get kicked out if I don't work non stop this week."

"And me and Mary will do everything that we can to help you, you know that, it's all going to be okay, you can come over to the stall as much as you want," he explains, "Make some money there. Don't worry, you've got Beba, Stella's got the coffee shop, and now the stall, we will also give you some extra tip money."

"No, Freddie, allowing us to have some work at the stall is enough, I won't allow you to dig into your own pockets for money for me," I tell him sternly.

"You'd do the same for me if it were the other way round."

I stay silent, knowing that he was right, but not wanting to admit it. His face stays serious and I give up right then and there as I know that he won't change his mind, "Fine."

"Now, about that night out. 'Smile' are doing another gig here in two days time, I'm going, but I need my drinking buddy with me?" He says, his eyebrows raising expectantly at me as I look up at him from my drawing, waiting for me to answer him.

"Well, I'm sure one night won't do any harm," I state, a cheeky grin slowly spreads it's way upon my lips as Freddie's face lights up, immediately leaning forward and pulling me into a tight hug.

"Amazing," I hear him mumble against shoulder, when he pulls away from the hug he holds onto each of my shoulders with a huge grin still evident on his face, "You'll meet my new friend Roger!"

I felt my whole body freeze at the mention of the name. I knew that it couldn't be my Roger, that would be so unlikely, it couldn't be, it must be someone else who shares his name. My heart seemed to race as I remembered my long lost best friend, I hadn't thought about him in months, but in that moment it all came flooding back, everything.

"Are you okay darling?"

Freddie's question had snapped me out of this trance that I had got myself into, "I er- I'm fine, sorry, tiredness."

"So you're coming?"

I force a smile, "I'm coming, I promise."

"Two days from now, I will be picking you up from your apartment," he informs me with a smile, his front teeth showing as he throws his arms up in the air, shaking his hands excitedly.

And of course the two days had flown by since I had been doing some more extra shifts which meant that the hours had passed by in no time.

"Have you got an outfit planned?" Stella asks, popping her head into my bedroom.

"Stella! I could've been undressing, or worse, naked!" I shout, grabbing one of my pillows and chucking it at her face, but missing by a mile.

"I'm sorry. You know I can't help it when it comes to picking outfits!" She whines, placing her hand over her heart and pulling an ugly cry face.

I groan, pulling the spare pillow laying on my bed over my face, "I've got hours to get ready."

"Get up!" She squeals, giggling as she runs over to my bed and grasping onto my hands, pulling me up.

"Okay, Okay."

Stella had dressed my into a neon blue dress that she had dug out of her own wardrobe for me as we were similar sizes. I grabbed some tights while she had found the dress and I quickly ran into the bathroom, extremely excited for my night out with Freddie.

"Don't forget make up!" I hear her call from outside he bathroom.

I thought to myself, I wondered how lucky I was to have such a perfect roommate.

She was incredible at doing make up, she had done a perfect wing of eye liner and blue eyeshadow with a slight purple tint of lipstick on my lips.  I gave myself a look over in the mirror, checking myself out, I hadn't looked this good in months.

"I don't know what I'd do without you Stella."

"Me neither," she replies confidently, smiling widely, "Would you like a drink before your night out?"

"Maybe a little, a very little gin," I say, laughing, "What are you doing tonight anyway?"

"A late shift at the cafe."

"Ah, okay," I felt quite bad leaving her for a night out drinking while she had to go out and work, "I told Freddie about our situation, he told us that we are welcome to the stall anytime."

"Wonderful."

Soon after the little drink that Stella had poured out for me, I heated a faint knock at the door. I quickly jumped up off of the sofa and ran towards the door in excitement, seeing Freddie on the other side.

"Hello darling!" He smiles, stepping forward and hugging me for the third or fourth time that day, "You're looking absolutely beautiful."

"And you, are looking quite handsome yourself," I tell him, grinning as I motion for him to come in, "How long do we have until the gig starts?"

"An hour, we must have a quick drink beforehand!" He walks straight past me, greeting Stella and walking immediately to the kitchen, to the cupboard where we kept our alcohol.

"I've already had a cheeky gin."

"Well then, I shall pour you another one," he says, quickly pouring out three glasses, passing Stella hers before bringing mine and his to the living room.

"Thank you Fred," I say as he passes me the glass.

We needn't worry about the location of the bar since it was only five minutes away from the apartment, this was the one that me, Freddie, Stella and Mary would usually go after a long day of studying, and sometimes they would have live bands playing, I'd just never had the pleasure of seeing a band as good as 'Smile' apparently.

Me and Freddie walked to the bar, arm in arm, I tripped over my feet once or twice on the way. Once we had got into the smallish building itself, we had to walk down what I pictured as being a very long and steep flight of stairs. Every single step I was guided by Freddie, he made sure that I would not trip over and fall to my death and visa versa.

"Let's get some drinks."

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bar which was surrounded by many other people with drinks in their hands.

Freddie ordered two pints of beer, passing one over to me, "ten minutes."

I nod, bringing the glass to my lips, taking a long sip of beer, "Ten minutes? I think that's just enough time for us to have a quick cig don't you think?"

"I should think so, may I have one of yours?"

"Of course you can," I tell him, giving him a kind smile before reaching into my bag and taking out my pack of cigarettes, passing one to him and then taking out one for myself.

"You'll love them, Barbara," he insists, grinning has he brings the cigarette to his lips and breathing in.

"Oh I'm sure I will," I grin, "So which instrument does your friend play in this band? The one that helps you with the stall."

"Drummer, he's magnificent."