Post by Laci Valentine on May 9, 2020 22:38:13 GMT -5
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The new apartment of Laci
So for as long as I can remember, I have idolized one man. While other girls had put up posters of hot actors and sexy bands, I had the sexiest brain on my wall. That's right, Bill Nye, the titular Science guy.
It's not that he's particularly handsome. That wasn't what attracted me to anyone, it was his knowledge that made me idolize him. Even to this day I still did. He was the one that made me strive to go to university.
I see the wheels turning. What subject did I get my degree in, you ask? Well that's none of your beeswax. It has zero to do with wrestling so it's not important right now. What's important is that my roommate, one I found online, (no she's not a psycho) is looking at me kinda sideways as I pin a poster of the science man to my bedroom wall.
"First off... Why the science guy and second, who still puts up posters anyway?"
She's eating cereal from a bowl in her hand, her mousey brown hair is in a lazy half bun and her clothes look frumpy and frankly like she pulled them from her hamper. She had explicitly told me never to go into her room if she was in there because she would probably be nude. Not that she cared but she had this high opinion of herself that I would want to jump her bones and she 'doesn't swing that way.'
I turn, telling myself not to react impulsively to her semi-rude inquiries. "Because he's sort of a hero for me."
It only needed one answer. Bill Nye had made me believe that it was okay for life to have both structure but also to have some semblance of chaos as well.
She shrugs, "Whatever floats your boat. Just don't leave your vibe out. The landlord does random inspections and he's a bit of a prude. He got mad at my last roomie cuz she had a swing in here."
I resist the urge to physically facepalm. There was a big between a vibrator and a sex swing. Besides, I had neither anyway.
"I'll keep that in mind." I look back to my boxes. Moving out of my parents house had been a relief. I was going to be making enough money to live on my own, especially when the company was paying for my travel expenses. Next week my debut was in Montreal and I was going to rent a car to drive.
"So what do you do for fun then?" She asked. Her name is Lucy Ricards and she was a DJ. Apparently she was pretty good at it too and I had been invited to check out one of her shows one time.
"Who says my career isn't fun?" I smirk, opening the box on top of the stack. Lucy shrugs.
"It's fun fighting people?"
"It's more than just fighting people. Here, I'll make you a deal. If you come to my show, then I'll go to one of yours. And we both keep open minds."
"Sure." She takes a mouth full of cereal.
She then leaves my room. I watch after her. "Take a look at that." I say softly with a chuckle.
The new apartment of Laci
So for as long as I can remember, I have idolized one man. While other girls had put up posters of hot actors and sexy bands, I had the sexiest brain on my wall. That's right, Bill Nye, the titular Science guy.
It's not that he's particularly handsome. That wasn't what attracted me to anyone, it was his knowledge that made me idolize him. Even to this day I still did. He was the one that made me strive to go to university.
I see the wheels turning. What subject did I get my degree in, you ask? Well that's none of your beeswax. It has zero to do with wrestling so it's not important right now. What's important is that my roommate, one I found online, (no she's not a psycho) is looking at me kinda sideways as I pin a poster of the science man to my bedroom wall.
"First off... Why the science guy and second, who still puts up posters anyway?"
She's eating cereal from a bowl in her hand, her mousey brown hair is in a lazy half bun and her clothes look frumpy and frankly like she pulled them from her hamper. She had explicitly told me never to go into her room if she was in there because she would probably be nude. Not that she cared but she had this high opinion of herself that I would want to jump her bones and she 'doesn't swing that way.'
I turn, telling myself not to react impulsively to her semi-rude inquiries. "Because he's sort of a hero for me."
It only needed one answer. Bill Nye had made me believe that it was okay for life to have both structure but also to have some semblance of chaos as well.
She shrugs, "Whatever floats your boat. Just don't leave your vibe out. The landlord does random inspections and he's a bit of a prude. He got mad at my last roomie cuz she had a swing in here."
I resist the urge to physically facepalm. There was a big between a vibrator and a sex swing. Besides, I had neither anyway.
"I'll keep that in mind." I look back to my boxes. Moving out of my parents house had been a relief. I was going to be making enough money to live on my own, especially when the company was paying for my travel expenses. Next week my debut was in Montreal and I was going to rent a car to drive.
"So what do you do for fun then?" She asked. Her name is Lucy Ricards and she was a DJ. Apparently she was pretty good at it too and I had been invited to check out one of her shows one time.
"Who says my career isn't fun?" I smirk, opening the box on top of the stack. Lucy shrugs.
"It's fun fighting people?"
"It's more than just fighting people. Here, I'll make you a deal. If you come to my show, then I'll go to one of yours. And we both keep open minds."
"Sure." She takes a mouth full of cereal.
She then leaves my room. I watch after her. "Take a look at that." I say softly with a chuckle.