September 8th, 2015
At noon, the birds were softly chirping, and the wind softly whistled through the trees. The sun shined through the blinds perfectly, immediately blinding a very tired Charlie. "Noooo" the woman groaned when she realized that it was time to get up. Today she had scheduled lunch with Tallulah at 2 o'clock, at their favorite salad place. With a final groan of detest, Charlie sat up in bed and yawned. She immediately perked up, even if only a little, when she heard a meow come from the other side of her bedroom door. After sliding out of bed and deciding to look for pajama shorts would be a waste of time, the woman opened the door wearing a sleep shirt and underwear.
Charlie didn't have any roommates, unless you count her cat Hockey, so she wasn't worried about getting dressed first. While in med school though, she shared a dorm with Tallulah, her favorite current coworker. The nights of endless studying, mental breakdowns, and panic attacks paved the way for a well-rounded friendship. In all honesty it wasn't much different. Even with Charlie being bisexual, and Tallulah being lesbian, they were comfortable wearing normal pajamas and night outfits around each other while still maintaining a completely platonic relationship. However, just because their relationship was strictly platonic doesn't mean they didn't flirt with each other non-stop.
As soon as she opened her bedroom door, Hockey sprinted in and plopped himself on the queen bed. He immediately curled up on the pale sage comforter and started to loudly purr. Charlie chuckled and walked over to the cheerful cat. After giving him a swift kiss on the head, causing him to let out a displeased meow, she entered her en-suite bathroom to officially start getting ready for the day. Like the rest of her apartment, it was roomy yet not extensive. The flooring was made of small, hexagonal shaped white marble tiles. The walls were a dull taupe which worked very well with the white and grey waves of the marble. The counter was made of the same marble, the drawers were painted a warm grey that looked good against both the taupe of the walls and mixed white-grey tile.
Looking in the mirror for the first time that day, Charlie's light green eyes widened at seeing the state of her bedhead. After a quick rummage through her drawers, she finally found her brush that had been stained to be a rainbow from how frequently she dyes her hair. She didn't mind the stains though; it just reminded her of how much she loves dying her hair.
Despite being monotone and quiet, Charlie's hair was always bright. Currently it was a bright blood-red. Charlie sighed as she finally tamed her bedhead, then put it into a high ponytail which was kind of hard considering all the layers she had in her hair. She had recently cut her hair, after a drunk manic episode, into a messy, shaggy wolf cut with wavy side bangs that reached her cheek bones. While in her drunken state she decided it would be fun to give herself an undercut as well. As expected, it didn't go well, when she woke up the next day she immediately panicked, and spam called Tallulah until she finally came over to assist the worried woman fix the mess that was her hair. In the end it turned out quite well and Charlie was happy with her undercut the undercut.
It was around two months from then and Charlie realized it was probably time to trim her undercut again. Turning her head slightly, she peered at the overgrown undercut and deduced it was indeed time to trim it. "Tallulah is definitely going to yell at me when I ask her to trim it again." Charlie grimaced recalling last time she requested for her work wife to trim her hair. After getting yelled at in Spanish for a staggering five minutes she got Tallulah to calm down enough to do her hair. To this day Charlie still did not know what Tallulah was saying or why she was so angry, all the crimson-headed girl did was ask for a trim.
Even though Tallulah is only 5'2" she can be terrifying, even to Charlie. Which honestly is amazing if a guy starts harassing Charlie, all Tallulah has to do is start yelling in Spanish and guys usually back off. Charlie laughed thinking about all the times the small Latina went off on rude patients or residents with overinflated egos.
"Ok ill grab a banana and then find an outfit. HOCKEY, IT'S TIME FOR BEKFAST!" she called. Hockey perked up at the mention of food and bolted off the bed. With Hockey trailing behind her, Charlie moseyed into the kitchen and got him some food. After making sure hockey was eating, Charlie grabbed a banana off the counter with a "yoink" and headed back down the hall to her room.
"Alright I've got 45 minutes until I have to leave, what to wear, what to wear?" she mumbled through her banana. Turning to her small walk-in closet, she started flipping through her options. "Hm, it's still too hot for sleeves. Boston at 94 degrees in September? I mean come on." Already frustrated she kept looking while tapping her foot. "Oooh I can work with this, yeah I can see it." Charlie remarked as she pulled out a lace Cami top that had a wide slit in the lower front which would leave her toned stomach exposed. She tossed it onto her bed and strode over to her dresser on the left side of her bed.
Humming, she searched her drawers until she found exactly what she was looking for, a lacy white bra and underwear set, and some black cargo pants with red seams, chains, and red strips decorating them. Deciding this would work, she slipped everything on and made her way to the floor length mirror on the outside of her bathroom door.
Charlie slowly turned side to side and examined her work. Until her attention was drawn away from her outfit and towards the entrance of her bedroom where she heard little feet tapping on the hardwood. "What do you think bud?" she spun, "I think I did exceptionally well with this one." Hockey meowed in agreement and rubbed up against his owner's legs.
"Right, socks." Walking past her bed to the opposite side, she once again rummaged through her drawers. Lifting two pairs of long, mid-calf length socks into the air, she turned towards Hockey who had jumped on her bed and sat down, "All right," she started, "mushrooms or skeletons with fairy wings?" in response Hockey simply started to groom himself. "Yeah, you don't care, skeletons with fairy wings it is then." Charlie pulled on the black and white socks and strode back to the bathroom to finish up her hair
"Hm, up or down?" Charlie mumbled looking over to Hockey for his opinion. Hockey simply stretched out his front left paw with a yawn. "Down it is. Now, where did I put that roller?" Charlie started to rummage around in the bottom drawer of her bathroom cabinet, "ah-ha," she exclaimed when she found it, "there you are." Quickly putting some product in her curtain bangs, she rolled them up and stuck a clip in the center of the roller. About to grab her makeup bag, she stopped when she heard Boyfriend by Dove Cameron playing from her phone.
"THERE SHE IS" she heard from the other end once she answered. Chuckling she replied with "Sup Llulah, how's it hanging?"
"ITS GOOD, HOW YOU DOIN MAMI?" the Latina replied not losing one bit of spunk or volume. "I'm alright toots, you on the way to the place yet?"
"Yup," Tallulah acknowledged popping the p. She then grumbled, "I still don't understand why we always eat at places closer to you." Charlie chuckled again, as she walked back to her bathroom listening to the other woman complain. "Because the only half edible thing near your house is McDonalds. And don't even get me started on how awful that shit is for you." She snickered as she returned to find her makeup bag. "Llulah, I'm about to put on some makeup. What should I do, graphic or a simple rockstar girlfriend esc smoke?"
After what felt like forever of the Mexican woman going 'hmmmmmm' she finally responded with "Smokey, takes less time and from past experience you don't have the best record when it comes to being on time, missy."
"Oh, you wound me! How could you! After all I've done for you!" Charlie exclaimed as she gathered the supplies she would need. "Oh, don't give me that, you know it's true." Tallulah made sure to add.
"Doesn't mean you gotta call me out like that." Both girls chuckled and settled into a comfortable silence as charlie applied her eye makeup "Purple-black lip or red?" she asked as she got out two contrasting lipsticks.
"Purple, neutral tones are better for everyday." the Latina replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Charlie sighed as she finished her base and moved on to the smokey eye and thick liner. "I guess you're right. Hey, what time is it?"
"1:45 girl, you better hurry your little ass up." Tallulah replied after checking the clock on her dashboard. Sharpley inhaling, Charlie responded, "Oh gods, I haven't even finished my makeup yet. I should probably go so I can focus on my makeup and leave. I'll see you soon girl."
"Ok Mami, don't be late." Warned she warned.
"I'll try, also I need you to trim my undercut again bye!" asked Charlie as quickly as she could before hanging up on her work wife.
"PUTA MADRE-" Tallulah's rant was cut off abruptly. "She's gonna kill me." Charlie deadpanned and went back to her makeup.
(Author's Note: SECOND CHAPTER HELL YEAHHHHHHH. Currently trying to create a collage on pimterest for her outfit and stuff but its hard. The pictures are on my pinterest board titled "The Unexplainable", my pinterest is in my acc bio. I welcome constructive criticism just please don't be a dick i don't want my feewings hurt :( That's it for now! Bye-bye Darlings! <3 )