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The alarm blared with a repeated hatred that made Christine wake up with frustration.
An annoyed hand slapped her phone as she let out an exhausted groan.
She had– like every other sane person– always hated getting up. It was horrible enough having Caine’s agitating voice rambling in her ears first thing in the morning back in the circus, but this?
This was torture.
A growl erupted from Chrissy’s belly– reminding her about the errands she had planned for the remainder of the day.
She wasn’t sure how, but she got up from her comforting blanket burrito and put on her favourite capybara knee high socks.
As she stood up, the cold air bit her limbs and face, making her hiss. Chrissy hated winter with a burning passion.
Why would someone love having a cold 24/7? She thought to herself.
Tiptoeing to her kitchen, she glanced around her apartment. The living room next to the hallway wasn’t huge but it was decorated to fit her liking. The walls carried photos of her sisters and cousins along with her niece cuddling with her cat, Miku.
Her eyes drifted to her navy loveseat, finding her black furred cat curling up with her pillow.
Chrissy had been gifted a heart-shaped pillow with a picture of Dylan O’brien with his middle finger up by her best friend and ever since then, Miku had somehow grown a strong attachment to it.
The sight made her lips tug into a small smile.
The place wasn’t much, but it was home.
She pulled on her hair tie and wrapped her silk black hair in a messy bun without a care. She always hated having her hair down. Even though it was chest length, she was allowed to have her complaints.
Finally making it to her kitchen (that she rarely cooks in), she opened the fridge in hopes for something filling and decent to her taste buds.
Her hopes were crushed as her stare fell upon two cans of American Light and a half cut avocado.
So much for a filling meal.
She pursed her lips–wanting desperately to rip her hair out but kept her cool.
A sigh left her and she clicked her tongue. “Guess we’re going shopping,” she muttered through gritted teeth to no one in particular.
The metal trolley’s wheels creaked as she walked down the aisle.
Walmart was inconveniently packed, with crying babies and moody teenagers at every turn.
Shopping was always a waste of time and more of a waste of money. She just got her job back as an accountant which allowed her able to go on a mini shopping spree. The thought slightly made her less overwhelmed.
The white noise of the store made Chrissy’s mind drift.
It had only been a month since she somehow ‘escaped’ the circus, with no luck of finding any of the others.
She didn’t know if they even existed.
But she did know she didn’t miss it. She knew she didn’t miss the sick, twisted adventures. Or the arguments. Or being censored whenever she swore.
But she did miss the others.
With a disappointed sigh, she shook her head as if the thoughts would fly off.
Thinking about it always downplayed her mood and right now, she couldn’t afford turning into a sad couch potato.
“Whatev–”
CRASH!
Her eyes flew up to find a frustrated man with his hands up defensively.
“Watch where you’re walking, shortstack!” he snapped.
She scoffed in response to the nickname. “Shortstack? Who do you think you are, asshole!” she retorted.
He gave an obnoxious eye roll. “Oh, please! You rammed your trolley into me, not the other way around!”
Chrissy bit her cheek, trying to calm herself down but failing miserably. “You’re right…I-I’m sorry,” she unwillingly murmured.
“There you go. Now, was that so hard?” he fluttered his eyelashes exaggeratingly which only furthered her frustration.
That’s when she took him in. Blonde tips with dark brown roots, styled into a messy mullet. Glancing at his face, she saw that he had two bottom lip piercings and slight stubble on his chin. He had a soft tan and brown hues that wasn’t difficult to piece that he was probably hispanic. A violet hoodie draped over his body matched with black baggy jeans that somehow perfectly suited him. She would never admit it, but the guy was… attractive. Not in the way that he tried too hard, but carried an aura of charisma and of course, cockiness.
She folded her arms in a defensive stance and sighed. “What would you do if I hit you right now?”
Chrissy caught his gaze flickered for a moment before his face returned to a smug look. “I don’t know. Wanna find out, shortstack?”
That was her final straw–
“OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry, uhh…Fe gets hangry if he skips breakfast!” a voice from behind the man apologised.
The woman shot him a dirty look not long before smiling sheepishly back at Christine.
“I-isn’t that right, baby?” she chuckled nervously.
Christine’s eyes widened.
The woman was… well she was beautiful.
She had straightened neon green hair that grew brown roots and reached to her belly button. The color fit the woman as if it were made for her. She carried a couple silver piercings on her ears and a vertical eyebrow piercing. She wore a thin long sleeve navy shirt with a boob cut covered by another grey shirt underneath. But mainly, her makeup was flawless.
I need her lashes and lip combo holy shit, Chrissy thought in admiration to herself.
Chrissy, needless to say, was surprised why a stunning woman would settle for such a dickhead.
“Felix, what did I bloody say about calling people names!” she elbowed his side then turned to Christine. “I’m so sorry that my boyfriend is a stupid jerk. He’s been having a bit of a… rough month.”
He yelped and rubbed his side, “I’m not a child, Beca!”
She scoffs. “Then why the hell do you act like one, huh!?”
That shut him up.
“Seriously, I’m so sorry!” she squeaked to Chrissy before dragging the man by the ear, down the aisle.
Huh, well that was random, Christine thought.
“Felix, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do with you!” she heard the woman scolding him.
The next second, they’re both out the door.
Christine slumped her shoulders. Well, at least the woman was nice.
No idea why she is dating a prick.
Snagging a pack of stew type buldak, she sighed. She really needed a drink, despite it being 11am at Walmart.
The man crossed her mind subconsciously.
That handsome–
Oh, God.
Well now she really needs a drink.