Is it summer yet? 

I want to crash all those fancy parties in the Hamptons and chill by the pool. With a margarita. 

Kayla, save me. | Kalex 

alexrye-rp:

Alex bit her lip as she forced herself up the stairs, always the stairs. She felt a strange, nervous paranoia when it came to the elevator, like it’d crash. Plus it was only one flight so what was the real problem? Her legs were weak after walking so much in this beautiful city. She just loved the feeling of the fresh air running through her long blonde hair. The different aromas, even though some were of the homeless men piss drunk, it was still beautiful in it’s own little way.

She closed her eyes and slid her hand into her pocket, the other securely holding a bag from one of her favorite Delly. “What the.” She mumbled, reaching farther down into her pocket, no key. “Fuck!” She whispered, then reached into the other pocket, the only thing there was her wallet. “Damn it.” She groaned, letting her head fall back slightly. She reached into both of her jacket pockets then finally, pulled out her phone.

“Answer, Answer.. Answer!” She muttered under her breath, walking down the hall and looking to the ground, a very frustrated and grim expression on her face. Hi this is Anna, leave a- “Damn it!” She nearly yelled, sliding her phone shut and back into her pocket. She reached her door and moved leaning her head against it. “Please be open.” she whispered to herself, sliding her hand to the handle then turning it ever so slightly. But no luck, that door was locked tighter than Fort-Knox. “Damn ittt.” She groaned, then moved leaning her back against the door.

“Kayla!” She said, quickly getting up and walking to the door across the hall. She remembered a conversation they had previously about if she ever needed something to pry open her door, Kayla would gladly give her a paper clip, in exchange for some cup cakes. Alex slowly lifted her hand and knocked three times lightly on the door. “Kayla,” Alex sang lightly, leaning against the door frame. “I seem to have misplaced my key again, you up for some cupcakes?” She smiled, awaiting her friend to open the door.

The leggy brunette was stretched out on the couch, a soft, bright green blanket covering her jean clad legs as her big, brown eyes studied the television in front of her. This was one of those rare occasions where Kayla Fresco was actually at home. Usually she was working late nights down at the bar, flirting with the dirty old men scanning the bar for some fresh, young meat to take home and ravish just so she could get some better tips.  All she would have to do is bat her thick, long lashes and flip her curls off of her slender shoulder and the creeps would be slipping her a fifty along with their phone number. The green went into the pocket of her jacket and the small, white slip of paper into the nearby garbage can. For the year or so she had been bartending she never actually called one of her customers up. Maybe it was because they were usually fat, balding men in their fifties with a serious B.O problem or maybe it was just because any asshole who tries to pick up a girl at the bar is pathetic and only trolling for ass.

And, when not working, Kayla was usually at the nearest house party, spinning around the home-made dance floor with a shot of vodka in her hand and laughing way too loudly. It wasn’t unusual for her to be the center of attention at any little shin-dig she went to. With her boisterous personality and good looks, it’s to be expected she’d turn the heads of many of the men and women she passed by.

The apartment was oddly quiet, minus the sounds emanating from the television. Zack wasn’t home – he was out doing whatever a twenty year old, neurotic guy with no friends does – leaving Kayla to lounge around and relax. Which she definitely wasn’t going to complain about. While she enjoyed her work and partying, it was nice to just lie down. No loud, obnoxious rap music. No screaming or yelling. And none of those stupid strobe lights that gave her a serious migraine.

But, the enjoyable silence was soon broken by the sound of a very familiar voice at the other side of her apartment door. It was Alexa calling her name; the blonde had probably forgotten her key and got locked out for what might literally be the millionth time this month. Meaning Kayla was going to have to supply her with a paper clip just so she could break in to her own apartment again. At some point she was going to sit Anna down and have a serious (or as serious as Kayla can be) about them investing in a stupid fake rock, just like she and Zack had. Sure, it wasn’t exactly subtle. After all, there is no logical reason for a rock to be in the middle of the hallway. But it was a place to keep a spare key and on those nights where Kayla forgot her own in her bedroom, it sure as hell came in handy. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she called back, making sure she was heard.

Letting out a soft sigh, she forced herself off of the comfortable piece of furniture and let the blanket just fall to the floor in a big, vibrant heap. She picked a silver paper clip from the little container Zack had organized and put on the living room table before making her way to the door and turning the knob. She smiled brightly at her friend as she handed her the tool.

“Now hurry up and unlock the door. I want cupcakes!”

Only I would manage to embarrass myself in a grocery store. 

zack-peterman:

But uh, I do have a hobby. Did you notice the way I organized our CD’s and DVD’s alphabetically and chronologically?

So please don’t, uhm, mess it up.

Dear God, how can one person be so boring? Zack, are you sure you don’t want to tag along to a party? I feel like you’d be a hilarious drunk and you’d have a good time.

Ugh, next thing I know, I’m gonna come home from work some night and you’ll have color coordinated my sock drawer. And I’m not gonna make any promises.

Only I would manage to embarrass myself in a grocery store. 

zack-peterman:

I don’t know! I’ll have to go through the entire pile again and check the dates, and then re-organize them by store, I don’t know how it got messed up, I always keep them in order.

You seriously need a hobby. 

It would be nice if just once a homeless man didn’t hit on me… 

emily—baker:

I would gladly spread the love by showing them another lovely homeless person to love!

Oh puh-lease, they’re obviously after a sugar momma. 

It would be nice if just once a homeless man didn’t hit on me… 

emily—baker:

You should spread the love, blondie. 

Damn it, I lost my key again. 

alexrye-rp:

What a beautiful, beautiful deal we’ve got going.

I’m heading out now, lovely.

Damn it, I lost my key again. 

alexrye-rp:

 

I’ll totally sneak a key in your little rock the next time we have some made.

 Lend me that spare paper clip and I’ll invite you in, we’ll make a bunch of different cupcakes, my favorites to make are the chocolate-vanilla swirl cupcakes with home made chocolate-chip and cream cheese frosting. Anna always loved them in the past.

I think, instead of “we’ll make a bunch of different cupcakes”, you meant to say you’ll make the cupcakes and I’ll sit on the counter and stick my finger in the batter. Regardless, you have a deal, my friend.

Only I would manage to embarrass myself in a grocery store. 

zack-peterman:

Stupid expired coupons.

How did some expired coupons slip into your well organized pile, Zacky-poo?