stutter by maroon 5
Which means AUTUMN’S BACK!!!
I’ve been terrible because this is my first set for mmn 2.0 but junior year is kicking my butt and I’ve had absolutely NO time to write.
Hopefully I can get at least 2 more sets up before going back to school on January 3.
That’s my goal.
This is mostly ‘flashbacks’ of sorts because it’s what happened in the summer and up to moving day because I can’t fit everything in there. But another catch-up set will be up soon!
Normally I’d just skip to December but these are necessary/important to autumn’s story.
Lilu- I know you changed to pixie lott :P but I made this set and my next set about 3 months ago so they still have the Olsen’s in them because if I tried to change it to Pixie, it’d delay the post even more because I’m picky and it’d take 2 hours to find the perfect picture, so just deal! :P
includes: @mclovinn, @lemonade-lagoon
Hope you enjoy! I think my writing has improved with taking journalism this year, let me know!
Stupid immature boys.
Who needs them anyway?
“Ugh.” I groaned loudly and blew my bangs out of my face angrily as I waited to cross the street without being it by yellow cab racing down the busy street.
The old guy dressed in a business suit standing next to me looked at me strangely. “What?” I asked rather rudely I admit but I was in no mood to deal with random people off the street judging me.
I mean really, who needs them?
I sure don’t.
Especially not that ones that are going to give me an ultimatum.
Which is exactly what Brendon and Cody did.
Made me pick between the two.
Between my boyfriends and best friend.
Both of which I felt like I just got back in my life.
So I picked neither.
Yup. No longer are Cody and Brendon apart of my life.
Because they are stupid,
my steps became stomps as I continued my march down the street towards Ashley’s house.
I was in desperate need of
Ben&Jerry’s, (the only men who seemed to be a constant in my life)
And an endless night of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s.’
When I made it to Ashley’s house, I didn’t knock on the door, I banged on it,
slapping my hand against the smooth wood.
My hand was surely red and it stung slightly but I didn’t care. “Ashley Annabelle Hartman! Open this door!”
The stinging started getting worse so I resorted to kicking the door repeatedly but not hard enough to do any damage to my shoes.
Mid kick the door swung open and the person who opened it was most /definitely/ not Ashley.
I took a step back, reading the numbers on the building to make sure I had the right place.
"um, who are you?" I asked, completely confused why a ruggedly handsome, late twenty-something guy who had a GQ look about him was answering my single best friend's door.
He chuckled slightly, "Ashton." he answered simply as if it should mean something to me. I raised an eyebrow. "Ashley's brother."
Ashley has an older brother.
A very, /very/ hot older brother.
Was I allowed to think that?
I shook my head, ridding of the thoughts. "Well is Ashley here?"
"She’s in Dubai." he answered smoothly.
I teetered on my heel, thinking of what to do next.
Can I go home? No, I'd just wallow and drown in alcohol.
Cam's? Nope, she's probably with Ashley.
Summer's? Maybe, but she could be wi-
"Do you want to come in, anyway?"
Did I want to?
Should I /want/ to?
"There's a bottle of Jack waiting to be opened." he offered, holding the door open.
"How do you know I even like jack?" I asked as I took a step in.
"I don't but you look like you've had one of those days that needs to be blurred out by strong alcohol."
Two shots and a double of scotch later, I was passed wallowing, depression and almost completely through anger.
"So, if you're Ashley's best friend, why aren't you in Dubai with her?" he asked with raised eyebrows, his eyes peering over the glass as he took a gulp of his scotch.
I almost flinched.
Because his question was valid.
Why wasn't /I/ there?
Why wasn't I /invited/?
I glared at him. "You don't have a filter do you?" take another shot. "Guess you really are a Hartman then, aren't you?"
He smirked. “I’ve been told it’s a good quality to have."
"Only when someone is in the mood to hear the truth." I all but slammed my glass on the counter, not of anger, just because I was getting tipsy and losing control of the most basic functions. "And right now isn't one of those times."
I stared at the glass.
Ran my finger around the rim.
Slid it around the counter.
Finally, flipped it over.
With the alcohol.
Crawling into a warm bed and sleeping until Thursday sounded pretty good.
"I'll call you a cab."
After 2 months of the internship, I've learned absolutely /nothing/.
I've done nothing but cliché intern stuff,
and getting coffee.
Apparently it's not stuff they put in movies to make it look completely dreadful, nope interning is actually as boring as it looks.
This would be my second trip of the day to the small coffee shop, which is five blocks further than the Starbucks that is only two blocks from the building.
They swear this is better coffee then Starbucks
And to that
It's just a ploy.
A game they play.
To see how far the intern can go without breaking a heel off the designer shoes.
I had been waiting almost thirty minutes already because the coffee shop’s computers went down today and apparently that’s like the world ending for them.
Since when did computers affect making coffee?
I didn’t mind waiting, it got me away from the dreadful task of stapling and hole-punching copies, apparently the price for a copy machine that does all that automatically costs too much for the company whose pictures are featured in the likes of Vanity Fair and Vogue.
I roll my eyes the first day they tell me that.
The downfall of this wait is I will get chewed out because it already takes one hour to walk to and from the office here, there for I will get yelled at for having them wait over an hour.
The only saving grace is I get my caffeine addiction filled twice a day.
But sometimes even that isn't worth it.
"thanks." I said to the barista as he handed me two trays full of coffees, most of which will only get two modest sips before getting tossed like yesterday's newspaper.
I grabbed a hand full of straws, praying I grabbed enough, even though more than half are hot coffees, they’ll still complain they don’t have a straw.
Because I’m an intern and everything is my fault.
I turned on my heel quickly, in a hurry to leave.
And slammed right into a man wearing a Prada business suit, I imagined taking a break working on Wall Street.
Luckily, none of my coffee spilt.
Unluckily, all of his spilt all down his suit.
By the look on his face he ordered it black, /extra/ hot.
He also didn’t look like the type of person to dismiss this easily.
Fortunately I was only going to get screamed at in front of two people who were sitting by the window on the other side of the shop, three employees and the computer guy, who doesn’t really count because he was under the desk, hopefully to focused to notice.
“THIS IS JUST FUC*ING GREAT.” The guy bellowed.
I hoped he would just get on with it QUICKLY because I was already pushing 2 hours and about at my limits.
I took a breath. “Look, I’ll pay for another coffee.” I said quickly. Putting my trays back on the counter and began to open my purse.
“That’s not going to fix my dam* suit, is it?”
I could reply with a sarcastic comment.
I had about three just sitting on my tongue, waiting to be let loose.
“Well, no but if I coul-“
His face still red with fury, his voice so loud. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”
I raised an eyebrow. I could almost laugh
For spilling coffee?
This guy couldn’t possibly be serious.
“Is there anything I can do?” I looked to my right, surprised to see Ashton standing there, looking perfect in jeans, black converse and plain white t-shirt.
Still looking like a walking GQ cover.
He pulled out his wallet and a wad of cash.
More than enough to cover a five dollar cup of coffee.
“That should cover the coffee and the suit.” He said smoothly. I stared in awe. He turned to me and nodded to the trays on the counter while the other guy glared. “These yours?”
He grabbed the trays and I grabbed my iced coffee off the counter and walked out the doors.
I turned to him once we were outside the shop on the sidewalk. “Thanks for that.” I nodded towards the shop.
“No problem.” He shrugged like he didn’t just hand that guy at least seven hundred dollars. “Can’t just let a*ssholes like that talk to a beautiful girl like that.”
I turned and felt myself blush as I mumbled a thanks.
“So where are you taking these?”
“The Buckley Building on 8th.” I said, I already started walking because I was pushing two hours.
“You walked all the way here for coffee?” He asked, bemused .
I shrugged, taking a sip of my iced caffeine, “Life of an intern.” Another sip. “You know you don’t have to help. I’ve taken this trip about a hundred times. Plus I’m kinda in a hurry, I left two hours ago.” I looked at my watch and almost started sprinting.
I would have, had it not been for the heels.
I would have called a cab, had there been an available.
It’d probably take longer to get a cab then to walk anyway.
“Apparently you can’t make coffee without computers.” I stated as seriously as possible and heard him chuckle.
I enjoyed that sound.
“By the way, what were you doing there; I kinda pegged you as a Starbucks guy?”
Wasn’t everyone a starbucks person?
“A buddy of mine owns the shop. Just helping him fix the computers.”
“That’s nice of you.”
Once again he shrugged.
How can someone be so outspoken and modest at the same time?
The walk had been quick, made it in twenty minutes. A new record.
I threw my coffee in the trashcan that was just inside the building.
I pulled the trays from his hands. “Thanks again, you were a big help.”
I darted towards the elevators and jammed the up button about four times,
As if it would speed up.
I looked over to see Ashton still standing by the huge glass doors at the front. His hands shoved in his pockets.
“Dinner tonight?” The question echoed and bounced off the high ceilings, the dark walls and marble floor.
The elevator dinged.
I nodded, biting my lip.
He nodded back and I got in the elevator.
I was the only one on, pressed the button and the doors shut.
The doors a clear mirror; Me holding an arm full of coffee and a stupid grin plastered on my face.
“So why aren’t you joining a sorority?” Ashton asked as I grabbed a pile of shoes and started throwing them in my suitcase, packing everything I’d need for three months of college.
I turned to look at him, sitting on the couch, bent over, knees resting on his knees, a beer cradled in his hand, watching some football game, teams I didn’t recognize. He had a serious look, enthralled in the game.
An empty pizza box with just pieces of crust sitting inside lay open on the coffee table.
I had brought all my suitcases and duffels, clothes and shoes, jewelry and hair accessories and spread them out all around the living room, picking carefully on what to pack.
“It’s not really my thing.”
Plus if I did join the sorority I’d be in a room with Ashley, who’d be with Cam.
Neither of which would be fun at the moment.
Cam because we’d had this unspoken feud.
She seemed to have some sort of emergency that she needed Ashley for every time we had plans.
Trying to replace me.
Ashley because she didn’t know that I had now been dating her brother for a little over a month.
The guilt ate at me.
It’d be easier to have a condo, not as much sneaking around as there would be if we lived in the same building.
We’d been dating ever since that first dinner.
It was never said out loud, it just happened.
We fell right into an easy relationship.
“You want help?”
I looked up from my pile of necklaces.
He was still facing the TV.
“No thanks, I think you’re busy anyway.” I stuck my tongue out when he mock glared in my direction. “Who’s playing anyway?”
He raised his eyebrows and smirked.
“You’re right; it wouldn’t mean anything to me.”
I got bored with packing and walked over to the couch.
I sat in-between the armrest and him and swung my legs over his.
Scooted close enough to rest my head on his shoulder.
His arm came around my shoulders.
His hand was warm, and rested comfortably on my arm.
Like it belonged there.
I stared at the TV, not really watching anything but the blur of the guys running and the football being thrown.
I sighed contently.
~August 26-moving day
I muttered the numbers of the condos as I passed them, looking for magic number 314.
The wheels of my suitcase wheeled smoothly on the floor as my flats quietly thumped against the floor.
I was surprised that I only managed to have a stuffed suitcase and filled duffle bag. Normally that would only be enough for a week in Paris, not a semester of college.
But I guess that was just another reason I had to do some shopping.
I smirked at the thought of coming up with a new reason to shop as I stopped in front of the door of my home for the next few years.
I slid the key in, turned the door knob, swung the door open, took two steps and then my jaw dropped to the floor.
Not only was my roommate already here,
She was already straddling and making out with a guy, whom I’m assuming is her boyfriend.
“Auti.” I quirked an eyebrow at my name and then I realized that the guy being straddled was Owen Rushworth, he was staring straight at me, realizing that I had walked in.
which meant the girl doing said straddling, had to be,
Ceci quickly turned, her hair in complete disarray and her dress wrinkled and riding up.
I turned my back to them to give them a few minutes to adjust themselves and to make my way out of there, anywhere to make this less awkward.“Um, if you guys need more time...I can just come back later,” I said as I had one hand over my eyes, one gripping my suitcase, one foot out the door and the other close behind.
“Wait! No. Don’t go.” I turned to look at her. She had a stiff, /awkward/ smile plastered on her face, one that mirrored mine. “Are you my roommate?”
“I guess so. Room 314, right?”
“Yup, this is it.”
I simply nodded. We stood there.
The three of us.
And awkwardly looked around the dorm, trying to look anywhere but at each other.
“I should just put my stuff in my room,” I finally said, deciding that would be the easiest way to get out of the room. “So which one is mine?”
“Oh, I haven’t picked one yet. I was waiting for you actually.”
I glanced down the hallway.
“Do you want me to give you a tour?”
“Well, I guess they’re just the same, right? The one down the hallway is fine by me.” I shrugged.
“Great!” She said with a smile.
Smiling weakly, “I’ll just bring these in my room.”
“Auti, do you need some help with that?” Owen said, striding over, his shirt back in place.
The tension eased up a bit.“Thanks, Rush. But I’m good.” I said as I took my duffle out of his grip. I was grateful for his offer but the room was still filled with awkward air.
It wasn’t just awkward because I walked in on them sucking face but also because Ceci and Ashley don’t get along, mostly because of Owen. And Owen and I had been pretty good friends way back when he was with Ashley.
Now only one word summed up the four of us.
“Well, if you need help. Just call out, okay.” Owen said giving my arm a quick squeeze and a warm smile.
I muttered a ‘thanks’ and made my way down the hall towards my new room. I barely had my suitcase through the door and that door shut before I heard Ceci begin a rant.
Of course I couldn’t help by press my ear to the door and listen.
“I can’t believe Autumn Reeser is my roommate!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I heard Owen ask, saying exactly the thought in my head.
“…. gonna be so awkward….she’s okay…..never really hung out ….. always with the other girls or with Brendon. Aaaaannddd.......Ashley’s best friend!”
“Okay, I’m gonna stop you right there before you say anything bad about Ash.”
“……....this set up is so awkward!”
I rolled my eyes ‘you’re preaching to the choir.” I muttered.
“Relax, okay. Auti is a cool girl. Trust me. You guys are gonna get along.”
I appreciated the compliment but I’m sure the same doubt was spread across both our faces.
Don’t worry Lilu, the three A’s will be in the next set! I’ve already got the perfect set made for it! ;)