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Lydia had been paging through the Glamour couture magazine issue, gawking at the stunning label outfits whilst eating her favorite breakfast cereal…Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
She could vaguely hear feet trotting out of the other bedroom her roommate shared and began walking over to her.
Lydia heard the exhaling of their breath and sniffs of their nose.
"Hey," Lydia heard a husky voice appear in front of her as he took a seat on the chairs.
She nodded and the moment she lifted her head, her eyes were burned with a gruesome sight.
Scott involuntarily placed the Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal box on the table after throwing some into his bowl, and then grabbing hold of the milk carton and pouring it into the bowl.
Lydia's eyes were wide spread, feeling and looking completely stunned and self-conscious (and she never feels self-conscious), desolated, uncomfortable, bothersome, disturbed, indignant, disclose, aggravated…no words could describe her emotions right now.
Scott got comfortable in his seat and then absentmindedly began digging through his breakfast when Kira came into the room looking glamorously quirky as she always was.
"Good morning," She greeted the room and gave Scott a small peck on the lips, completely unbothered by his unconcealed body.
"Hey," Scott greeted softly after they pulled away from their kiss and ate a spoonful of those pops.
Lydia was still in immense and utter shock. Gobsmacked if a lack of better word! She gave Kira a look of disbelief and her friend just shrugged in reply as she grabbed an apple and taking a seat by the table.
"What?" Kira questioned with a shrug.
"Your boyfriend's bare ass is on one of my antique E-bay chairs!" Lydia snarled in disgust as aimed her spoon at her friend/roommate at her, and then she gave a defiant stare at Scott's bare torso.
"Hey, I'm not ashamed of my body and I wanted to show Kira..." He paused as he gave Kira a wink then turned back at Lydia. "That I support her choice, completely."
"Thank you," Kira replied rubbing his bare thigh. Scott gave her a playfully light growl.
Lydia frowned in confusion.
"What did I miss?"
"I was cordially invited to the student arts exhibition where different arts have to paint the most glorious masterpiece of the human body. I'm one of them!" Kira informed her best friend as she took a sip of the coffee Lydia made her.
Lydia's eyes bulged.
"No. You're not!" Lydia stated in complete disbelief.
Kira squealed an astounding 'yes' and Scott had a grin of pride for his mate as he reached up to kiss her right cheek. Kira gigged as she pinched his cheeks.
Lydia almost barfed in the inside but was trying to contain her shock through the outside.
"Kira is a smoking artist. She'll do great!"
"Kira is a serious artist, thank you Scott. She doesn't do nudity." Lydia snarled as she gave Kira a distinct look of frustration.
"I don't get it; a year ago you were this quirky, soft as a cushion little miss good-two-shoe pants and now you're asking Perverted Moby Dick to move in with you, doing pornos." Lydia scolded, Scott looking offended at that statement but she didn't care.
"What's happening to you?" Lydia questioned.
"I'm just playing a role in society okay, mom?" Kira giggled as she sat up from her seat. "Maybe you should try it too."
"And we're not doing a porno. Scott's simply my muse." She affirmed, walking up to the kitchen.
"Your muse? That sounds like some stupid line an underpaid-wannabe-actor-pornstar would say." Lydia scoffed.
"I'm just saying. I'm trying different things. If I want to be a proper interior designer, I'd need inspiration. You know the willpower to improve on my capability." Kira told her as she poured more coffee for herself.
Lydia scoffed.
"Oh, okay…By making your boyfriend waltz around bared naked in my apartment and placing his perky ass on my chair?" She rose in infuriation, giving Scott a light growl.
He shifted slightly at the snare.
Lydia narrowed her eyes at Kira's back.
"Look. I know it sounds...and looks weird but Scott's supportive of my ventures, I'm still confused to see why you can't be?" Kira mentioned with a pained tone.
Lydia rolled her eyes as she turned her head back at Scott who just gave her a crooked smile as he chewed his cereal. Lydia just shook her head disapprovingly.
"No. I thought I could bear but no." She scowled. "Please at least cover your naughty bits, it's really going to make me hurl." Lydia gagged as she moved her eyes away from him. Scott stared down at his junk.
It's not like it was the first time Lydia caught Scott in all his glory. She always coincidently catch a sneak preview of all his junk whenever he came over –and occasionally the times he and Kira were getting their groove on – because the girls told him from the very beginning to be 'comfortable' in their dorm room...
Now that they have an apartment, he thinks he could just rave up the place with all his nasty presence? Lydia didn't think so.
Though she saw his junk several times and has gotten over it in the past three years, she still needed her dignity –because clearly he lost his.
"Do you like what you see?" Scott began to tease. "Is that why you're so uncomfortable?" He began sending kissy-faces at her.
She gave him a hard slap on the face. He groaned and stifled a small laugh.
"Scott…" Kira warned her boyfriend. Scott rolled his eyes, as he narrowed his eyes at Lydia who was preoccupied on her magazine, then got up from his seat when he was done with his breakfast and waltzed over to the kitchen.
Lydia sighed.
It's rough being a junior in college, let alone living with a roommate with a crazy sex-craved boyfriend.
Scott's a cool guy once you get to know him. He's like that sweet, kind-eyed boy who would always take a stand for the people he loved. He was the leader type of guy. Lydia would know this since she went to school with him and his dorky best friend, Stiles Stilinski.
Yeah, hard to believe that this small world we're all living in is actually that small.
"Look, Lydia. Scott's just helping me out here. If I can be comfortable with my boyfriend nude in front of me then I think can be at least content with another man naked." Kira stated.
Scott caught the last part and released a small frown at her.
"Wait. We didn't talk about that." He said to her.
Lydia rolled her eyes and released a small jeer of laughter.
"Um…Scott, yeah, the art gallery is based on a guy lying naked by the fountain with birds all around him. But it's totally okay, I mean, it's not like he'll overrule your glory." She ranted on as she tried kissing up to him, by caressing his arm.
Scott pursed his lips up slightly before sighing and giving her the smile of approval.
"Okay." He told her. "But just know that if he ever tries to scar your mind, I will personally castrate him…with my teeth."
"That sentence structure is so wrong on so many levels." Lydia pointed out as she took a sip of her coffee.
"I promise," Kira beamed, not quite acknowledging Lydia's presence. "Is it normal that I'm nervous? I mean, there'll be lots of A-list Artists, and top Interior Designers there."
"Hey," Scott whispered tenderly as he rubbed her arms. "You'll be fine. And always remember that, because you're the best of the best." He said to her as he rubbed her small chin.
Kira's eyes brightened up even more at this as she draped her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss on the cheek then pulling away.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" She questioned.
"Several times," Scott chuckled.
Kira smiled then turned around to her breakfast making. Scott smiled as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and practically began grinding on her back, whilst showering her with kisses on her neck.
Lydia could hear Kira giggle and then shift to a lustful moan, then a giggle again. Lydia was going to hurl and not because she just saw the ugliest outfit she'd ever seen on a couture mag.
"That's just revolting," She muttered audibly so they could hear her. Kira giggled again but never growled.
They must've stopped.
"Scott stop!" Kira laughed.
"Please no visuals." Lydia mentioned as she caught the two love birds spooning up through the glass vase on the table.
"Or audio…" Lydia stated with a sickened look in her face as she shook her head.
"Alright, go take a shower Scott!" Kira giggled as she shooed him away. Scott walked away, but not before narking Lydia by taking a spoonful of her cereal, until he finally walked away.
Lydia gasped, flashing a sharp look before throwing a few crunches at his muscular back. He turned back and gave her a slight bow.
"Namaste," He stated but was immediately brought down by the smack of an apple reaching his manhood. He groaned and scurried into the bathroom.
"You're a monster!" He screeched through the walls.
Lydia had a smirk on her face.
"Did you really have to do that Lydia? Now you lessened his chances of ever reproducing." Kira mentioned as she took a seat on the chair next to her with her legs crossed and reached for the newspaper.
"He deserved it though." Lydia told her. Kira sighed. "He acts like a 14 year old when he should be in his twenties, what does he major in anyway?" Lydia questioned, even though she knew what he's studying but she just needed verification.
"Well he wants to be veterinarian so…" Kira shrugged as she drank a sip of her coffee as she paged through the newspaper –fiddling with her fingers – then almost chocked on it when she caught an article. "Oh my god, Lydia!"
"You should have waited for the coffee to cool down first, Kira! But you never listen." Lydia admonished her friend.
Kira shook her head as she placed the newspaper in front of her.
"Julian Estiphan has just dwelled upon her assistant from the Julie Couture line!" She squealed.
"So what am I supposed to do with that information? He fired his assistant! Boo hoo, such sad sappy 'The poor person is crushed' story. Who cares?" Lydia told her with disinterest.
"You should!" Kira retorted. Lydia sighed. "It's a perfect opportunity, I mean don't you think you need a job?"
"I have a trust fund, Kira." Lydia mentioned wispy.
"But don't you think this is a chance to be an independent young woman? Isn't that what you wanted?" Kira alleged.
Lydia gnawed her bottom lip imperceptibly.
She took down the innuendo Kira had been placing upon her and realized maybe this was a way to show everyone that she can be independent.
All her life, she was never as connected with her parents because they weren't reaching up to her. But they always had an opinion on her choices, always stating that she was still immature and needed a lot more growing up to do and not always have her life revolved around them…and their money.
"But I don't even want a job in fashion." She told her.
Kira scoffed.
"Are you kidding? You're a fashion icon in this institute. Heck, a Fashion Goddess, if I may." Kira told her as she nudged her arm.
"Yes! I know that but clearly you don't realize that I'm not majoring in fashion Kira. I don't need any more pointers either." Lydia mentioned.
"Come on, this will be good for you. Sure, this may not be in the line of your expertise –which is doubtful – but you need the money isn't it?" Kira said.
Lydia sighed.
"Sure, I need the money so that I can finally get away from you and your boyfriend slamming the headboards every night, and finally get my apartment but…I'd actually like a job where I'll enjoy being there, not being bossed around to go fetch coffee."
"I was the coffee girl as an intern at the Designer Boot Camp and here I am." Kira told her.
"Are you even sure you want to be an Interior Designer? I mean, you're an amazing singer, martial artist." Lydia said, trying to change the subject.
"But those are just hobbies, not my talents."
"Kira, I know you're looking out for me and have my best interest at heart –I would kill you if you didn't – but, I'm a future Theoretical Physicist/Lawyer okay. That's my path." She got up as she walked over to the kitchen sink. "I'm only looking for a part-time job, like babysitting for instance."
"But you hate children?" Kira mentioned. Lydia rolled her eyes.
"I don't hate them; I just…have a higher capacity to tolerate them." Lydia said.
"That's not nice." Kira stated.
Lydia sighed. Then she got a message on her phone. She checked it and gasped.
"Oh my god, I've got an assignment due tomorrow and I don't have corrugated fiberboard or my number two pencil!" She retorted as if it were a catastrophe.
"What's the problem? And why do you need it though?" Kira questioned as she continued on reading her newspaper.
"Don't worry about it," Lydia groaned out.
The two girls were in comfortable silence but it soon turned awkward when they heard Scott singing November Rain Name by Guns 'N Roses and they just couldn't take it.
"Heard from-?" Kira began but was cut off by Lydia narrowing her eyes at her.
"Do not say his name." She stated. Kira nodded and gave her thumbs up. "I've gotta go to the mall right now if I need the time to start the assignment."
"Well have fun!" Kira stated. "Want me to leave you some pizza for later?"
"Thank you, Kira. You're the best." Lydia smiled as she goes to plant a small kiss on her pale angelic cheek then sauntered over to her bedroom to prepare for the day.
But before she did, she decided to play around with Scott as she then switched then increased the hot water and she was met with his powerful scream.
"Lyds," Kira laughed as she shook her head.
Lydia blew her a small kiss then got dressed up.
… …
Lydia entered the mall and began rushing to every store that had the corrugated fiberboards.
Her phone vibrated in her bag that distracted her of walk that may or may not determine doom!
Mom
Lydia couldn't help but release a roll of the eyes before pressing onto the answer button.
"Mom," Lydia simply greeted, not realizing the sharpness in her voice.
"Well, I'm sorry but that's not the loving way to greet the woman went through 36 hours labor for you to be welcomed into this world." Her mom stated from over the phone. Lydia rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at the phone. "Didn't I ever tell you to stop sticking out your tongue out on me over the phone, Lydia?" Her mom scolded.
Lydia smiled. Only once, Mom, Only once….
"I'm sorry. I'm just really in a rush right now." Lydia apologized then started over. "Hi Mom, How's Africa? I mean -Europe?" Lydia questioned, shaking her head at the choice of words.
"It's amazing! The Louvre is amazing, Palace of Versailles was diverting too, I got to visit the Colosseum, I sent you pictures right? Anyway, your father and I entered into the St. Peter's Basilica, Saint Mark's Basilica –you'd be surprised at the amount of Basilica's there are." Her mother began ranting on.
"Not really," Lydia muttered.
"The Florence Cathedral is by far my favorite attraction because that's where your father proposed." Natalie continued on.
"Mom-"
"It was so great visiting the place where all our earliest memories lied. Now we're off to Spain where we conceived you." Natalie practically squealed.
"Mom-"
"We wanted you to come over and experience this great adventure but you decided to stay at that dorm room." Natalie told her off.
"I have an apartment mom. For a year now!" Lydia reminded her, although she knew she'd obviously forgotten that because Natalie wasn't exactly the most observant person.
"Oh,"
"Listen mom. Don't you think this round trip to another continent means anything? I mean, you and dad never exactly reminisced over things of the past." Lydia chuckled at the absurd occasion.
Lydia could vaguely hear her mom sigh over the phone before saying the words that literally broke Lydia.
"Look Lydia. Your father and I were meaning to tell you this when we invited you over but I guess over the phone would suffice." Natalie sucked in a deep breath. "We're getting a divorce."
Lydia blinked her eyes.
She tried replaying the words in her head before finally accepting it. It must've been a long time because her mother mentioned it.
"Lydia, are you there?" Natalie's concerned voice reached Lydia's ear.
"Yeah, mom, I gotta go. Will talk to you later," Lydia dismissed her mom before she could even reply by ending the call.
The moment she was about to place her phone back into her purse, the phone vibrated and Lydia answered it, despite checking the Caller ID.
"Look mom. You and dad are getting a divorce, great! But I really don't have time-" Lydia groaned in annoyance but was cut off by the high-pitched voice that only belonged to her friend.
"Hey, Lydia, it's Kira!" Kira mentioned.
"Oh," Lydia mentioned. "What's the problem?"
"Well nothing…." Kira began, and Lydia could hear her gnawing her bottom lip. That's the natural nervous-Kira sign, beside the fact that she always giggles when in an uncompromising situation. "But um…your ex-boyfriend's back!"
"What?" Lydia questioned frantically.
"You knew he'd return, I mean it has been a month." Kira whispered blearily. "Scott's trying to stall him, trying to chase him off but he really wants to see you."
"Well stall hard enough! I'm seeing that piece of trash. You understand me?" Lydia shrieked angrily. She probably knew it was pretty harsh so she apologized soon after.
"But there's no fighting it, there will be a reunion."
"I know it's just." Lydia sighed as she passed by two people.
"Lyds, he came all the way from across the border-"
"I don't want to talk to him okay?" Lydia retorted.
"Okay, okay. I'll just tell him you're off for the weekend or something." She told her.
Lydia sighed in liberation.
"Thank you," Lydia stated as she finally entered the store, pulling down a couple of No. 2 pencils into the basket.
"Alright, Scott and I are heading out today. We're going to watch that new werewolf movie, he's really excited!" Kira mentioned with a light squeal. "So am I!"
"Dorks," Lydia said inaudibly as she tried searching for the final item but can't find it anywhere.
"So you probably won't see me when you get back so you're ordering pizza tonight!" Kira stated.
Lydia rolled her eyes.
"Of course," She sighed.
"That's if you want to. I mean you don't –" Kira replied in modesty.
"Yeah, okay. I'll do it." Lydia said, completely distracted. "Was really looking forward to your help with the assignment but I guess hanging out with your boyfriend's better."
"Lydia…"
"I'm kidding," Lydia laughed. "I'm an expert. I can do it in my sleep." Kira giggled. "So I've gotta get going."
"Yeah me too," Kira began dismissing as well before stopping her. "Wait…so your mom and dad are really getting a divorce?"
"Goodbye, Kira." Lydia stated as she pressed the end call button and throwing her phone back into her handbag.
When she couldn't find the corrugated fiberboard, she went to the store assistant for assistance.
"Morning ma'am, how may I help you?" The tall, scrawny teenage boy –probably 16 – with dirty-blonde hair greeted with his southern Texan voice.
"Um…hey, it looks like I can't find your perforated cardboard paper anywhere?" Lydia pointed out.
"Oh, they're out of stock ma'am. I reckon their most searched for in the entire town." The kid chuckled.
Lydia released a fake laugh.
This was bogus! She frantically needed the item but never stopped to think that maybe the entire school was doing the same thing.
"Great. So where do you think I can find them."
He shrugged.
"No darn clue, ma'am. But I reckon a store up in Nevada." He laughed.
Lydia glared at him. It was impossible that there isn't any cardboard paper in this damn down!
"That's a completely different state." She stated. He gave her another shrug.
"That's all I have, ma'am."
She released a sigh.
"Okay. Thanks." She told him as she dismissed herself out of the store after paying for her pencils.
The moment she left the mall, she jumped into the mall and drove off to San Francisco, over to the local hardware store that her dad always took her too when they needed to fix a couple of their electronic devices –believe it or not, those were one of the few times they'd actually bonded.
When she finally got the cardboard she'd been searching for the past five hours, she began driving back California.
"Stupid teenage boy," She scoffed.
She didn't need to drive all the way to Nevada to get some stupid corrugated cardboard paper.
She decreased the volume of her stereo when she began hearing a sound, coming off as a creaking or cry for help.
"Dammit," Lydia cussed under her breath as she realized that 'cry for help' was the cry coming from her engine.
"No. No. No…" She groaned as her car began to slow down its pace in the middle of the highway.
She turned on the ignition but nothing budged. She checked her gas to see if that wasn't it but thankfully it wasn't.
So it must've been the engine.
She realized then and there that she forgot to service the car last month and gave herself a cutting remark. She jabbed her finger onto the steering wheel in an act of frustration.
It was 6 pm and she was all alone on the highway –if any passerby cars were in sight, they wouldn't exactly care because this is California at the end of the day. This is just perfect!
She sat there for about an hour, all alone. She knew she couldn't call Kira because she'd probably be making out with Scott Mc *Juicy pants* right now so she'll probably stick short.
"This day can't get any better, can it?" She muttered to herself sarcastically.
And as if on cue, a car pulled up from behind her but she couldn't see what car it was through the flickered lights.
When the car stopped and the person coming out, she realized then and there that it was a squad car…from the Police Station!
She bemoaned her voice and whimpered soon after as she placed her head on the steering wheel, before lifting it up and checking herself out through the rearview mirror. If she was about to get a ticket then she'd at least look good for it.
She heard a light tap on her tinted windows. Lydia released a slight sigh as she began sliding it down so she can bear witness of her doom.
It's not like it's the first time she got a ticket –probably her seventeenth – but she's almost going to graduate from college and she was determined to be independent.
The officer was scribbling something down when Lydia slid the window down.
The moment Lydia lifted her head to greet the officer; she was instantaneously blinded by the sparkle of emerald eyes that literally made her speechless and out of breath.
Her day might just have gotten better.
To be continued…
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