It Just One Of Those Days.

Kenny-
I looked at my shift hours, and sighed in relief. A few more minutes and I was done. I didn't mind working for my best friend's shop, but it was a hassle sometimes. Like today, a guitarist didn't want me to change his strings cause I was a female. Talk about being sexist, right? Besides, there's only three of us in this shop. He had to deal with it.
"Hey Ken? Shift's over." I place the last album and smile. "Thanks Carry!" She smiles and nods. I take off my shirt on my way to my locker and put on my sweater, and my bracelets, as well as my piercings and rings.
"Bye Matty and Carry!"
"Bye Kenny!" They waved and I exit the shop to the cool fall breeze. I walked towards the bus stop and waited. I plug in my earphones and blast some Linkin Park, just to get me in a good mood, cause they never fail to do so. The bus comes 3 minutes late and the ride home was quiet. I arrived to the apartment I lived in and entered the warm hallways. "Afternoon Ken." Miguel, my neighbor, said as I struggled to get my door open.
"Hey Miguel." I said before entering, well almost falling into my crappy apartment. I throw my bag in the beanbag I had for a couch and went to the kitchen to grab some cold pizza, and heated it up. Sometimes living alone sucked. Well.. Now it does, my roommate, Joanna, committed about a year ago. Of course I was in pain for the longest, but I got up and moved forward. I get my not heated pizza and sat on the balcony. Feet dangling
. "NOOOO!'" I yelled as my pizza fell to the first floor. It landed in a guy's head. "IM SORRY!" I yelled, got in my feet and climbed down the fire ladder. "I'm sorry..." I removed the pizza. "Shit.. Sorry." The guy removes his hair from his face.
"Talk about making it rain food." I was infront of CC.... Oh my god. "Yeah.. Sorry about that.. Uhm... I have some wet towels..."
"Can I borrow one?" I nodded.
"Uhm.. Follow me." He nods and follows me back inside and into my apartment. "Sorry it's a mess." I push the stubborn door, and it opens. "I've been..... Yeah."
"It's alright." He said. "Where's the bathroom?"
"The door that has some sketching on them.. They're in black."
"Thanks." He smiles and goes inside.
Holy shit. I had Christian Coma in my house!!! I could die right now.
"Hey! Uhm... Your door won't open."
"Just give it a push." He grunts and the door opens.
"You should fix this place,"
"Eh... It's okay for a girl like me."
"I guess.. Well thanks for letting me clean up. You should probably eat inside."
"Yeah.. I guess. And sorry for letting my pizza fall."
"It's okay.". I let him out the door and he leaves. I went back home and laid in my crummy bed mattress. I put the blanket over me and smiled, as I closed my eyes.
That was the first night I dreamt about Christian Coma.

Notes

My second CC story... My goal is too have a story or two for each band member of BVB.

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-Kenia.