The Butterfly Girl: A Star is Born

The Start

--Years Into the Future, but Not Many--

A young woman sleeps soundlessly away in her cozy bed. Her head nuzzled deep into her pillow. Beside her, a small bedside table stands with a lamp and a phone. Just beneath her lay a small satchel on the floor.

The room is small, but holds many things.

There's a small drawing desk in the other corner of the room with a book lamp, 50 assorted markers, 50 colored pencils, 4 drawing pencils, one white eraser, and a small stack of blank paper in the corner of the desk. Beside that sat a messy dresser with a large mirror hanging above it. A few worn shirts, pants and folders lay on top of an old desk chair near the window. A white bookcase sat in the other corner of the room, housing a few little objects and a couple of rows of books, various titles practically unheard of and the rest had only a small audience. Scattered papers, various figures, assorted miscellaneous objects, and smaller notebooks and folders sat on the bottom shelf with papers sticking out of every corner were also accompanied on the other shelves.

It's early Autumn. The morning sunlight just barely slips through the blinds. The young woman stirs and turns over. Half asleep, she notices that it's already morning. She doesn't want to get up. Too comfy and lazy to start the day yet. Her eyes slowly open, looking around the room before she closes them again and changes sleeping positions. She does this for a while until her body doesn't want to stay asleep any longer.

She submits the urge to get up, and slowly sits up in her bed. Her short, strawberry blonde hair is a mess and part of it covers her left eye. She rubs her eyes, stretches, grabs a long, blue blanket from beneath her and pulls it around her shoulders like a cape. She wears a cyan camisole and black sweatpants.

She looks at her stereo clock sitting on her dresser. It's almost 10 AM. The young woman sighs and stands up, and heads towards the door. Her fuzzy, blue blanket drapes over her back.

The young woman heads downstairs. She hears various sounds coming from the kitchen.

He's already awake, she thinks. He always gets up before me.

Another taller, young man stands idly in the kitchen, watching a toaster. Waiting for his breakfast to pop up. His long, blonde hair covers his back. He wears a purple tank top and grey sweatpants. Neither of them speak.

The other young woman sits on one of the bar stools and rests her head on the counter, still sleepy. Two waffles pop up out of the toaster and the other young man quickly grabs them and puts them on a plate. He turns to one of the cupboards and pulls it open. He pulls out a nearly empty syrup bottle and pours the last of it onto his waffles.

"I'm gonna go out to get more food later. You wanna come with me?" he asks. His voice is smooth, but not much emotion is put into it.

The shorter young woman thinks for a moment, then she shakes her head.

The taller, young man nods understandingly and moves to the other side of the counter. The shorter young woman pulls out the same box of waffles and puts two of them in the toaster, turns the dial, and waits.

By then, the other young man was already half finished. He digs his fork into his second waffle.

"What else do we need?" he asks his friend as he turns on his phone and types with his right hand.

"Uh... milk, cereal... waffles, some more chips..." the shorter woman replies.

"Cheetos or Doritos?"

The young woman thinks for a moment.

"...Doritos."

The dial is halfway up. The other young man sets his fork down on his plate and brings both of them to the sink. He washes the fork and plate, before setting them aside and heading upstairs.

"Money's on the desk."

"I know."

A moment passes and the waffles finally pop out of the toaster. The young woman quickly grabs them and throws them onto a plate. She pulls the blanket around her shoulders and hoists herself up onto the counter, carefully opens the cupboard and pulls out a glass. She pours the last of the milk into it and sits back down with her food.

The other young man comes back downstairs, wearing a black jacket, blue jeans and an old pair of shoes.

"Do you want anything else?" the young man asks just before walking out the door.

"... Can we get cookies?"

"Yeah, sure." the young man turns and exits the house.

The other young woman sighs and fixes the blanket on her shoulders, letting it drape down her back again. She takes a sip of her milk and picks up her waffles with her hand.

Who eats waffles with a fork anymore? she thinks.

She takes a bite of her hot waffle. After she finishes eating, she sets her plate near the sink and sits down on the couch. She grabs a game controller and starts up the console. She plays a game for a while until her brain becomes fully awake.