Chapter 1:

Dear Mr. CEO,

It was a cold afternoon on September 12th that I had shut my computer down, for what seemed like the one hundredth time in disappointment.

Becoming homeless wouldn't be so bad right?

I take that back.. yes, yes it would.

"This is getting ridiculous." I mumbled to myself, I'm resigning myself to living on the streets? This was the definition of hitting rock bottom.

The second question popped up in my head, why is it so hard to find a job in California?

It's simple enough... for starters I definitely couldn't get anyone to hire me and secondly, California was expensive. "Screw it." I mumbled to myself, resting my head on the wooden table. I knew just the thing to solve my problems..

Food.

Food solves everything temporarily. Right?

Getting up from the table, I walked into the kitchen to go to my fridge, but before my hand could touch the handle my best friend walked through the door blasting music.. per usual.

"I only call you when it's half pass five the only time that I would be!-" She stops to find me staring at her like a deer caught in the highlights. The Weeknd was her favorite artist. But sometimes I think it's best if the artist just sings without the duet.

But moving on, Regina was the real definition of crazy and always prone on having bad timing. "Oh hey! I didn't realize you would still be up." She pulled her headphones from her ears, I was starting to think she needed to go to the doctor for a check up.

Hell, I might even take her but I simply replied, "It's only eight thirty Regina, and I'm pretty sure you woke up the neighbors."

"So what are you doing?" She asked me, changing the subject.

"Well I was hungry.." I looked at the fridge in longing to see what I would stumble upon.

She laughed at how idiotic I looked and she gave me the perfect solution, "Want to order a pizza?"

I smile stretched across my face like a crescent moon, "Sure." I tried to keep my face neutral but nothing was getting past her.

"Are you okay? You seem out of your element.. like down or something." When have I ever been in my element? I would compare myself to a silent mouse.

"Yeah I'm fine.." I trailed off. I peeked back at her, and she had both of her eyebrows raised up at me in questioning, waiting for me to take no doubt.

"Embre." She crossed her arms across her chest.. I knew this look from anywhere. Resting my head against the door handle, I released a sigh.

I told her the truth, "You know I can't find a job."

"That's it? I thought your dog back home died." Well it sure did feel like it, this was a serious matter to me she couldn't be the only one trying to support this apartment. And besides Scooter was only four years old, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"I've been out of college for a year, I need a job." This wasn't an unnecessary accessory, and the more time passed by the more I looked like a liability. It was time for me to become an asset.

"It's not the end of the world you know that right?" Regina questioned. She opened the freezer, taking out a water bottle that I placed there an hour ago so they could be chill at least; that's the best I could do.

"Easy for you to say, you have a job." I state out to her, she didn't know my struggle.

"You can thank my parents for that one," She tells me, taking a sip of her water. "Helped me get on my feet that's all."

"That's not true, you do a great job by yourself."

"You think so?" She fished for the compliment as if she didn't know she was doing phenomenal, playing oblivious was not her specialty. After all her job consisted of being a photographer for the most part slash interior work.

I deadpanned, "I guess I have to stay on the look out."

"I'll keep a look out for you, there's a lot you can do with a business communication degree."

"I'm sure." I mumbled.

"I'm bored." Regina whined, resting her elbows on the counter putting her head in her hands, looking at me with an evil mischievous look.

"Then do something fun." I brushed her look off with an awkward laugh, going to sit on the stool next to her.

"Like what?" She said, acting like she doesn't know what to do, and she is asking me as if I knew different ways in having a good time.

"You should know I don't know anything about fun." I laughed it off, in all fairness I knew it was to cover up the embarrassment I felt.

"Oh I know." She laughed with me and I stopped automatically.

"Hey!" I exclaimed dramatically, I knew she wasn't joking when she had uttered those words.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." She held up her hands in defeat. Regina then looked so excited all of a sudden. She grabs ahold of my hand. "You know what we need?" She asked. I leant myself back from her, this time it was my turn to give her a look.

"What?" I ask back, narrowing my eyes at her. I knew she was about to say something that I didn't want-

"A girls night out!"

Kill me.

"You know what happened last time we had a girls night out?"

"Yes, but it makes it more fun!"

"I don't feel like holding your hair again Regina."

"Well I'll just have a hair tie to be my lover tonight."

So she wasn't backing down from going out...

Just. Great.

"But what about the pizza?" I questioned, I was still hungry.

"We'll do that another time."

I was about to argue about that and realizing that's stupid I dropped my shoulders "Okay." I sighed.

"Good. Now let's go get ready!"

I was trying to understand how she had so much energy when she just got off of work. But like a bat of a hell she grabbed her things, hurriedly rushes to her room and I sluggishly go to mine.

Let's see what she plans on this ridiculous night and mentally laugh at the thought, shutting my door.