When The Rain Falls - Book 1 by N, Y. (reading in the dark .TXT) 📖

is left with little warm water  when he begins to shower. What can I say, a woman’s shower comfort is precious.

 

 

 

I made a small breakfast, I warmed up a sausage patty from the jimmy dean breakfast box in the freezer, yesterday we bought food.

 

I hurry out the door when it strikes 8:00. Work starts at 8:20.

 

I say goodbye to Jacob and kiss him before running out the door.

 

 

Luckily, yesterday I made another friend.

 

A taxi driver that spots me in front of the apartment building at 8:02, his name is Eddy.

 

He's always there early in the morning for anyone who has to go anywhere around 8 and needs a ride.

 

 

This morning was rather warm and elite for this part of New York.

 

''Good morning Elle, one of my loyal taxi riders as of right now, how are you today?''

 

 

I reply fixing my salmon pink blouse. ''I’m good Eddy, just gonna walk to work today. I'm not gonna ride like yesterday.''

 

He smiles then starts off.

 

''Suit yourself.''

 

He drives off into the busy intersection of the street.

 

 

I start walking immediately, because I didn’t want to waste time.

 

 

I had run fast and walk at the same time. I knew that I had wasted 2 minutes talking to Eddy and Jacob before I left to work.

 

Which means that today, i’ll make it there by 8:14.

 

 

I walk gracefully like I had somewhere important to be, like I imagined myself as a fashion celebrity.

 

No big deal, I was always into fashion when my mom was a designer. She designed the most amazing dresses and also designed a beautiful one for me when I was a flower girl in a wedding.

 

 

I stopped on the streets to get a hot coco or perhaps instant coffee if I decided on which one.

 

I never really liked all other types of coffee, I liked mine instant, with milk and sugar .

 

 

Life is almost so easy, especially knowing your parents aren’t around telling you what to do. 

 

 

The clock on a street strikes 8:12 and I knew I was just around the block from FARELLE. After humming a song in my head, and the rest of it as I enter the walkway to the Design and Writers building, I press the up button for the elevator.

 

 

A few seconds later the doors open, I made my way to the 3rd floor, where I worked .

 

 

My small office desk, which was on the left of the design and writer building workplace, stood at attention.

 

Most of the jobs here in the FARELLE buildings weren't filled, most of workers here worked 2 jobs. Some worked in the cafeteria and lobby, some worked as fashion photographers and models.

 

But me? I work as the new writer and receptionist here.

 

 

It’s hard greeting people here, since I just started yesterday. Not to say I was a child, more so an adult who’s trying to live life at her beginning.

 

 

When i’m at work, i’m not Elle, the young girl who ran away and escaped to London and then Paris. The person who went back originally to leave her mother, so that she could live another life.

 

But, i’m known as Elle, the girl with big dreams and deserves so much in life. With a new and found great sense of fashion and writing abilities.

 

 

My second day at work, was even more amazing than the first at the receptionist desk. And i'll say again. I’m not Elle, the lonely run away vulnerable trying to survive 'Elle'.

 

I’m the "Welcome to FARELLE. How may I help you, I know everything. iIm getting paid good money, and I have fashion sense 'Elle'."

 

 

Marcus comes up to me in excitement.

 

 

''Remember how I told you yesterday about what color suits you? Well guess what, I got a perfect outfit for you to wear. iI will suit you better then the salmon pink and black and silver clothing you got on.'' 

 

I reply in a disgust, but in a reasonable way.

 

''It’s H&M.''

 

He looks at me like i’m crazy or something, then answers. ''Well, let me just say, that you should try it on first. See if you like or if I like it.'' 

 

 

Why would I try it on for you?

 

He smiles in agreement and I smile back, when really I was biting his back with my eyes.

 

He leads me to a changing room, where I quickly undress and look at myself in the mirror. Like how I said yesterday, red suits me better, but blue is a whole other chapter.

 

 

''Get out and let me see.'' Marcus asked.

 

I walk out, like if I were on a modeling show. As if I won a grammy or something, and Marcus looked at me as if I was a poor girl who didn’t know fashion and he had changed my life forever.

 

 

Marcus grabs me by the arm then says:

 

''Now go and show everyone here what fashion sense I have and see if they say it suits your better, instead of people saying mean comments about the whole blue color suiting me.''

 

 And I did as he said.

 

I had several comments raring from differen't people.

 

''Hey nice outfit.''

 

''It really looks good on you.''

 

''Love that color of you.''

 

Fabulous, so gorgeous. Another one said.

 

''You rock it girl.''

 

 

My friend Rikki complimented me, as I walked by, ''Looking good mate.''

 

She had an australian accent.

 

 

Marcus stood by his only friend in the building, Jeff. He loved taking photos of the models. It’s one of his jobs here and the other is serving samples at the Cafe.

 

Marcus looked at Jeff, like he did something wrong or his own plan didn’t work.

 

I felt sorry for making Marcus feel bad about the whole 'which color suits me' problem.

 

But then, let’s be real, i’m still not.

 

 

Later today, I had to go to a party to interview a famous ballerina.

 

Rumors that I heard were, she smoked and cussed people out.

 

I spent most of the day at FARELLE trying on dresses in the BIG closet, mainly where all the dresses the fashion designers clothing go. I picked out one which matched my personality.

 

 

Pink was it.

 

 

A chauffeur led me to my limo and I was off to the party. I got to the party that night and I saw that everyone who attended was dressed elegant, especially me, I looked stunning. 

 

I wore a peach pink suave, flowerlike, dress. It had a flower designed belt to go around the waist, which was really decorative ribbon.

 

But it looked like a flower to me.

 

I was a pink present for christmas, and I wore the most fabulous shear see through, black seamless high heels.

 

I was the life of the party. At least I thought.

 

 

People were speaking about rumors as I met up with writers and the people who worked at magazine companies.

 

The truth is, everyone wasn’t spreading rumors, it was good rumors. Random people came up to me and said I was a fabulous fashionista.

 

Even if they were dressed more elegantly.

 

 

But even though I’m a magazine writer, it would be fun to be editor of FARELLE magazine. I would get to choose what goes on the next cover of the magazine.

 

 

Just maybe, I’ll get that job later.

 

 

Late night of partying was too much, which I just found out for me. I started searching for the famous ballerina, who was outside smoking.

 

Someone told me.

 

I walk slowly, trying not to scare her as she responded in disgust, looking me up and down.

 

 

''Darling, you're gonna have to do more than that. I’m mean think about it, think about life. So many girls pay so much, just to be a slut and trust me I see no future in that for you. You should think twice before letting someone in and getting your precious flower stolen to the wrong person.''

 

I was surprised, she had called me a slut.

 

I never actually ‘did it’ with Jacob, while we were in Paris or before. And besides, we made a pact ourselves, that when we're sure and ready, it's probably be never right now.

 

 

''Sorry Marybella, i’m the new writer for FARELLE magazine. I came to do an interview with you.''

 

 

I almost said something bad under my breath, before she looked up at me again.

 

She looked up, surprised as if she judged me wrong and apologized in advance.

 

''Oh i’m sorry miss. I didn’t know you were from FARELLE magazine, and I didn’t mean to call you a slut. It just comes out at random times, because i’m famous and have been a slut many times. And everyone thinks, i’m the perfect little Russian daddy’s girl who would never lose her virginity to my first boyfriend. Oh, what a jerk he was, but it was worth it. I’m over it know.''

 

 

She answers again after throwing away her current cigarette and smoking a new one.

 

''And the company FARELLE is pronounced fare-well, just take out the E and W in 'fare' and 'ell'." she replies.

 

 

She looked pretty smart for a russian ballerina, it was all I could think about.

 

And she had it all in a bag.

 

''So Ms. Mach-istan?'' I finally say.

 

 

She interrupts me. ''It’s pronounced mack-e-stan, like the name mack-"

 

"Sorry for interrupting you again, I have a habit of doing that, please continue.''

 

''So, Ms. Machistan. How does it feel being the most well known russian ballerina ,working in the New York field?'' I ask.

 

She takes a deep breath from her cigarette then replies.

 

 

''It’s very interesting, knowing people don’t accept the worst out of you, but the best and you know miss?-''

 

I  stare at her.

 

She waves her hand, her cigarette bouncing. "Miss?!"

 

My name. I reply quickly.

 

''Uh, Ms. Woods.'' 

 

 

She looks at me then continues.

 

''Ms. Woods, Your life is all you have now, live like it’s the last life you’ll ever have. Don’t run away from anyone or anything, express and be free like my father always says, "if t at first you don't see the future in your eyes…that’s bullshit.”

 

 

I look away and sigh. I try not think about laughing at that later.

 

''Thanks, that’s great Ms. Machistan, the interview will be in the magazine. Thank you for your time.”

 

"Whatever," she says in disgust but then in a smile afterward.

 

 

She stays, smoking outside. And I go back to FARELLE and get the answers she gave me to the writer’s editor office. 

 

Turning in the assignment I was given.

 

 

Tomorrow they will print the magazine into copies and we’ll get the first look at the magazine, before it goes on the streets.

 

I walk home gracefully after leaving FARELLE.

 

 

I walk into the apartment and closed the door behind me. Jacob is there waiting for me to say something, and then I finally say it out of surprise.

 

''I got to interview Marybella, the Russian ballerina today!''

 

He smiles with joy and then lifts me up into a hug.

 

 

''That’s great news, and guess what happened today at work. Or at the least what I got to take home?''

 

I ask.

 

''What?''

 

He whips out a check, which has written in black pen, $100,000.

 

 

We both squeal in enjoyment.

 

We got so much money and the following week after, I brought him home my check.

 

Only a few dollars more then his, but he didn’t mind.

 

 

I knew that in the past year, I didn’t finish college even though it was a bore fest. But I still had a little fun, and I miss it sometimes.

 

 

Spending the rest of year with Jacob was amazing, we visited so many places the I knew in New York and he showed me knew places. Our second date took a very long time to plan with work and all, but we figured it out.

 

 

It was at Starbucks, we both enjoyed each other’s company and were getting better at the relationship stuff.

 

We know so much about each other now, he reads the little things I have on my mind and get’s me romantic gifts from time to time.

 

  

We work together and get through the rough times, but mainly we just have fun.

 

 

Being a young couple, in love and in New York is a big deal for us. We're making new friends, especially me. Having parties and discovering new things.

 

A couple in love, is a story in motion. We’ve been together for a 7 months know since September of last year.

 

 

Jacob had something planned for us tonight and i’m expecting the best, because in a few weeks it’s gonna be Jacob’s birthday and he’s turning 19.