" Did you not say you weren't hungry!" I nearly yelled, as he grabbed a handful of my food.

" It only looks good to me when you're eating it."

"The fries are cold, that's disgusting."

" Well shit, if you ain't eatin' them then they're gonna go to waste so what's the problem?"

"You do this every time. Next time I'm just gonna buy you a plate, I swear to God Axl...not knowing when you're hungry my ass."

" I'm always hungry for you, though." I laughed, " Yeah well...I'm off the menu tonight. And don't you remember? You promised you'd help me study for my test on Friday."

"Babe, it's Monday. You have four days to practice!"

"No, I have three. The test is Friday morning, so that gives me three days to study my books. All the correct tools, warm tones and cool tones, the best type of lighting for color evaluation..."

"Look at you, you already know it! Seriously, stop being so hard on yourself. You were hittin' the books all weekend. I would hate to see you freak yourself out and all that work be for nothin'."

"I just wanna do well, Axl. It's all I've been thinking about since I was a kid. And I have so many goals for myself, I want to make sure I'm giving my 100%."

"And you have been, haven't ya?"

"Yeah." I smiled, "I have. But what if nobody will hire me after school?"

He shrugged, "I've never seen you give up. Our apartment could be on fire and you'd still be on time to class with a smile on your face. Fuck those 'professional' assholes if they don't wanna hire a hard worker like you, huh? You can start your own salon and make the fuckers work for you, " He placed a hand on my thigh, "But you're 20 years old, doll. You don't have to worry about everything right now, alright?"

"You always say the right things..." he chuckled, then kissed me. But before he could even slide his hand up my dress, the phone rang.

"I'll get it." he said, taking his hands off me, " Yeah she's here, one sec...It's for you."

For me? Who could be calling...

" Hello?"

" Roselle? This is Dionne, your professor. sorry to call you so late, but I was talking with some beauticians in LA this evening, and a couple boutiques are looking to hire an intern over the summer. And I don't have your resume on file, do you think you could bring it to class tomorrow and I'll send it their way? Print off as many as you can. That way when stores are willing to hire you, you can have all your achievements and specialties available on paper so that they can determine if you're a good fit. If you have any pictures of your work, add those as well. Sound good?"

" Y-Yeah! Sounds great."

" Perfect. I'll See you tomorrow morning."

" See you then, and thank you so much!" I hung up the phone.

" Oh my fucking God..." I whispered, " You were right, It's happening..."

" Fuck yeah it is, baby. I told you, didn't I? Now will you please, for christ's sake, give your studying a rest and let me make love to you? I mean, it could be celebratory...I'll make it so good for you, I promise..."

I giggled, followed by a soft sigh, "Sure, you always do."

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