He Was Sunshine, I Was Midnight Rain

Fifteen New York was absolutely gorgeous at night. To be fair it always had been. It was one of the very one of the very reasons fifteen's family had move to it in the first place. Sure Atlanta Georgia was nice and everything, but it was nothing compared to New York, especially after dark. When Emma had move out of her parents house, it had been one of the only things that hadn't change, one of the things she knew would never change. Unfortunately tonight was different. Tonight is just seem dull. Not that it was. That was impossible. it was just a reflection on how Emma left. The reason for her feelings like this was because of the way her day had gone. it had a bad start and from then on out things had just tumbled downhill. The blonde had gotten up too late and rushed to get ready for work, running out the door only ten minutes she had woke, skipping breakfast and doing her hair in the car. Almost half way to her office she remembered that in her hurry to leave she had forgotten to feed niki and chams, her cats, and that her phone was still sitting on the dresser by her bed. After rushing home and driving back like a lunatic fifteen had barely made the morning meeting and was given many disapproving looks from many higher ups. Sure enough after the meeting she was approach by the head of SkyTall Newspapers, Mrs Jade Davis. who had politely stated that if her tardiness continues she would be thrown right back to where she was found. It wasn't a secret that the only reason the blonde had gotten a job with them was because images of her street photography had gone viral and caught the attention of many people. She was offered the job, on the conditions that she was to work strict hours and make no mistakes. Unfortunately all the job really entailed was teaming up with a few reporters and taking pictures for them. After being scolded by two other department heads the blonde was paired up with a Journalist called Steven and sent to interview a group of men protesting in the park. It had not beed a fun trip. They were protesting on the matter of "Woman and how they played no impact to society". While steven tried to question them, Fifteen found herself being mocked and called sick names that made her stomach churn and her head spin. It wasn't unusual stuff to hear and actions to experience, as the blonde was often dragged into the middle of situations like this. However it was still very awkward and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, something she feared would never change as long as she was to stay in the same line of work. Once returning to the office Jade flipped through of the images Fifteen had managed to take and then promptly sent her home early. Apparently the photography looked sloppy, messy and was awful. Not bothering to argue she had packed up her camera and went home. Waiting for her were ten missed calls from her father and six from the building's landlord, both of whom she ignored. Having nothing better to do, the blonde made an early dinner and flopped down on the sofa to watch Private Practice with Niki and chams. The hours ticked by quickly and before Fifteen realized it, it was midnight and she was bored out of her mind, with sleep not looking like an option anytime soon. Usually she would use this time to write poetry or edit some photos but tonight the blonde just didn't have the motivation or energy to do either. Letting out a frustrated sigh she looked over at her cats only to find they were both fast asleep. "Lucky shits" She murmured, before getting up and covering them with a blanket. Sleep was not as easy for Fifteen as it was for them and she extremely envious. Walking to her room she flipped on the lights and changed into comfier clothing before settling on top her cover with a book and her phone. Deciding there was nothing better to do she opened i********:, as there was an unread message from her best friend Storm. @StormyyGraceIsTheBest I know you hate messaging people on Insta and my new phone just came in so I can text normally again. Here's the number, luv ya btch ;) Laughing quietly to herself the blonde typed the number in to her phone and saved it. Deciding it was too late to send her a text she scrolled through i********: reels, anything in an attempt to numb her brain to sleep. Unfortunately after an hour of scrolling she came to the conclusion it wasn't working and just passing the time slower. "Thank god I don't have work tomorrow". She grumbled catching sight of the time. Having nothing better to do and haven grown tired if i********: she opened Spotify and pressed play on a random album. Checking the time again the blonde concluded there might be a possibility that Storm was still awake and would answer a text. Messages (????) Fifteen_ Stormmm I'm bored, have no motivation to write or edit and can't sleep ENTERTAIN ME!!! Not bothering to wait for a response she opened her Notes app and read through one of the most recent poems she was working on. It was okay, pretty average actually, but for some reason it didn't feel right. Fifteen had written worse but there was just something about it that caused mixed feelings for her. The moon is drunk, the star's intoxicated with the sins of the sun, and the sadness of the sky shifts l, blurs from the earth, and you stare... Nibbling on her bottom lip thoughtfully the young poet pulled a few lines from her head that might fit and finish it off nicely. ...across the land as people and loved ones pass. Nope that wasn't it. ...at your past and wish time would erase your mistakes. To clichè. ...and wonder why the universe never loved you back. Okay that one might work. Unable to really think straight and make a proper decision she saved the last option as a draft and looked through some others. Just as the blonde's head started to loll to the side her phone let off shrill chime, indicating that she had a new Text message. It was a reply from storm, but as she read it a small frown of confusion fell over her face Messages (??? um... who's this and how did you get this number?) *** NATHAN The blonde was having a really great Friday evening when the text message came through. The day had been rather quiet and he hadn't done much but laze around, read a book and play a few new pieces on the piano. At one point he had been tempted to call up his producer, Jack and ask him to come round as he had some ideas. However tree's words from the previous day stopped the singer short. "You are overworking yourself Nathan, take a day and just breath". Haven given up on that idea, the blonde had instead Jake his friend and he came round to watch a movie and hung out for a few hours. Unfortunately the man had to leave sooner than expected for a date, and so Nathan made a chicken salad for hisself and fed to his other friends. Not in the mood to watch anything else he called his Mom and had a long conversation about the potential of the tour soon, as well as general things like how his sibling Austin and his Dad doing, and what kitty's mischievous tricks for the day were. The call was longer than originally anticipated and ended at twelve minutes past midnight. Having nothing better to do the singer put on his favorite cat pyjamas and got into bed with an intentions of falling asleep fast. Unfortunately not even give minutes after the lights were out, his phone went off shedding with light into the dark.