I went on a beautiful date today and saw Garden State, then went to the park and had a picnic and smoked cigarettes on the roof of this old orphanage, it was really great. But yeah, here's the 4th chapter in my story.
Between Smoke and Cigarettes: Chapter 4
When she arrived back in Williamsburg she was about ready to pass out, but still had to walk back to her apartment a couple of blocks from the subway station. She enjoyed Williamsburg, because in some ways it reminded her of her home in Portland. The Brooklyn vibe was much different than the Manhattan atmosphere, as was any city outside of Manhattan, but Williamsburg was much different. Hipsters lined the streets like an army, goose stepping with their sling-backs, emo glasses, and used books. Out on the streets she passed a group of twenty one year olds at one of the more popular late night coffee shops, bitching about how Franz Ferdinand wasnt cool (even though they had their album on vinyl) and talking about the exact same Salinger book that they talked about the month before. When they were finally gone Kate gave way to a small laugh and reached for her keys as she made it home safe.
Ahhhh, here we are, home sweet.ROACH!!! she screamed before laughing at her sudden reaction to the house guest she called Pedro.
She opened the door to her apartment and put her stuff down on the sofa. Her sofa was a tacky lime green piece of wood covered in vinyl, an incredibly ugly yet borderline-cool addition to her apartment. All around her there were problems with the apartment. The refrigerator was busted and didnt have a light, which also smelled of mold and spilled beer. Her sink was a small gleam of what it used to be; the bright and shining faucet that may or may not have existed was now a slightly rusting piece of junk that had to be spin kicked to work (she got Max the straight-edge kid to do that for her). The floor was slightly dirty, but she cleaned it whenever she could, which restored it to its light grey instead of dark grey status.
Kate loved her bedroom though, it was the only real part of the apartment that was truly a part of her. When she moved in the room was a boring white, so she went and painted the room hot pink, but couldnt do the ceiling since she wasnt tall enough. Her bedroom was also the only room with any windows. Sometimes the sun would flow in and make the room too hot, so she bought two pink polka dot pieces of fabric and nailed them into the wall, which gave the room a very girly and badass pink glow when it was light out. Pictures from home lined the walls, drunken friends, Kate in fifties dresses she found at the local thrift stores, emo boys she was friends with, her favorite bars, all lived nostalgically on the right side of her bed; literally her home away from home. She liked waking up to home before preparing herself for the long ride to the city.
Her big move to the city was something a long time coming. Most of her life she lived in Portland. She loved it there but eventually she became tired of it. She hated the rain. She hated the scenesters. She hated everything she once loved, and at one point she became tired of her friends. All her life she had looked at New York City as a sort of haven. Everything would be different there. She would get there and the people would love her and she would be happy and the music scene would be amazing and life would be good, and that was all true. Once she graduated high school she moved into an apartment thirty minutes from her home, but she just didnt feel it would suffice. She just wasnt feeling like she had left at all, she didnt feel freedom yet under the emotional vice grip of Portland, Oregon.
To battle her depression she joined a local Cabaret troupe, where she met her now best friends Dottie and Jolene. Kate traveled with the troupe all over Oregon, meeting amazing people and staying at amazing places, which fueled her desire to live on her own somewhere else like kerosene to a fire. One day she was bored and tried to make costumes for her Cabaret to save money, and accidentally discovered that she had a hidden talent in making clothing, and started selling her designs to the local shops, finally making enough money to live in New York City long enough to find a job and make more money.
And now she was here, in her room. The bright pink turned into a dark black square as she slowly fell into a deep sleep, silently repeating to herself that she was three thousand miles away from the past.
Between Smoke and Cigarettes: Chapter 4
When she arrived back in Williamsburg she was about ready to pass out, but still had to walk back to her apartment a couple of blocks from the subway station. She enjoyed Williamsburg, because in some ways it reminded her of her home in Portland. The Brooklyn vibe was much different than the Manhattan atmosphere, as was any city outside of Manhattan, but Williamsburg was much different. Hipsters lined the streets like an army, goose stepping with their sling-backs, emo glasses, and used books. Out on the streets she passed a group of twenty one year olds at one of the more popular late night coffee shops, bitching about how Franz Ferdinand wasnt cool (even though they had their album on vinyl) and talking about the exact same Salinger book that they talked about the month before. When they were finally gone Kate gave way to a small laugh and reached for her keys as she made it home safe.
Ahhhh, here we are, home sweet.ROACH!!! she screamed before laughing at her sudden reaction to the house guest she called Pedro.
She opened the door to her apartment and put her stuff down on the sofa. Her sofa was a tacky lime green piece of wood covered in vinyl, an incredibly ugly yet borderline-cool addition to her apartment. All around her there were problems with the apartment. The refrigerator was busted and didnt have a light, which also smelled of mold and spilled beer. Her sink was a small gleam of what it used to be; the bright and shining faucet that may or may not have existed was now a slightly rusting piece of junk that had to be spin kicked to work (she got Max the straight-edge kid to do that for her). The floor was slightly dirty, but she cleaned it whenever she could, which restored it to its light grey instead of dark grey status.
Kate loved her bedroom though, it was the only real part of the apartment that was truly a part of her. When she moved in the room was a boring white, so she went and painted the room hot pink, but couldnt do the ceiling since she wasnt tall enough. Her bedroom was also the only room with any windows. Sometimes the sun would flow in and make the room too hot, so she bought two pink polka dot pieces of fabric and nailed them into the wall, which gave the room a very girly and badass pink glow when it was light out. Pictures from home lined the walls, drunken friends, Kate in fifties dresses she found at the local thrift stores, emo boys she was friends with, her favorite bars, all lived nostalgically on the right side of her bed; literally her home away from home. She liked waking up to home before preparing herself for the long ride to the city.
Her big move to the city was something a long time coming. Most of her life she lived in Portland. She loved it there but eventually she became tired of it. She hated the rain. She hated the scenesters. She hated everything she once loved, and at one point she became tired of her friends. All her life she had looked at New York City as a sort of haven. Everything would be different there. She would get there and the people would love her and she would be happy and the music scene would be amazing and life would be good, and that was all true. Once she graduated high school she moved into an apartment thirty minutes from her home, but she just didnt feel it would suffice. She just wasnt feeling like she had left at all, she didnt feel freedom yet under the emotional vice grip of Portland, Oregon.
To battle her depression she joined a local Cabaret troupe, where she met her now best friends Dottie and Jolene. Kate traveled with the troupe all over Oregon, meeting amazing people and staying at amazing places, which fueled her desire to live on her own somewhere else like kerosene to a fire. One day she was bored and tried to make costumes for her Cabaret to save money, and accidentally discovered that she had a hidden talent in making clothing, and started selling her designs to the local shops, finally making enough money to live in New York City long enough to find a job and make more money.
And now she was here, in her room. The bright pink turned into a dark black square as she slowly fell into a deep sleep, silently repeating to herself that she was three thousand miles away from the past.
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idjit:
Sorry, how's this one?
roby:
angus, your story is so fun! keep it up!