-- what you gonna offer now?

[natalia devereaux]

nataliaclarissedevereaux!
you say it’s not what you do, it’s what you’re thinking of.
well i think it’s just an excuse, it’s what you put across.
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Mornings. Not her favorite time in the world. The only reason Natalia would even mildly enjoy mornings would be because she would get to cook something. Tossing her rumpled sheets off of herself, she rolled off of her couch were she had taken to sleeping over the past few days. Maybe she would migrate back to her bed in the room she shared with Julianne eventually. Maybe. But, for now, she’d be fine on her lovely sofa. Snatching a brush up as she made a beeline for the bathroom, she ran it through her messy mane of bedhair in a quick attempt to tame it. Passing the bedroom door, she pounded relatively softly on it. But can you really pound softly? Probably not. “Get up Jules, breakfast in twenty!” Slamming the door for emphasis on her way in, Natalia stripped down and jumped in the shower. Oh great, now she had to fiddle with the water. It was a tricky thing. You had to turn it to the cold side to get it to the hot side, and then flip it back to the hot side for it to stay hot. She didn’t know why it was retarded. Tricky thing was, it only did that on certain days, too. It was always a guessing game with it. Either way, she had to take a shower so she had no choice.

Ten minutes later, she yanked the door open to a very sleepy looking Julianne. Grinning at her, she gave her a “better hurry up” look before dashing back to their room. Today was a relatively important day. It wasn’t like she was going to die if it went badly, but she was pretty sure it would go fine. It wasn’t like Carlisle was going to keep her from having her way. Who is Carlisle? He was like Satan and God meshed into one. But mostly Satan. Sort of like Satan in a jock strap. And no, she’s not exaggerating. He really is that annoying. Sometimes she wondered if he was Satan’s way of killing her slowly. Sure she was a bitch, but even she didn’t deserve him. Yes, really. Don’t roll your eyes, these two lived to annoy the living shit out of each other. It was a part of life now. They had gotten used to it. If one was nice to the other, it would definitely first be met with more than a little measure of incredulity. God, the things these two have went through. Not only a rollercoaster of parent drama, but also competition and near sibling rivalry between Carlisle and Natalia. But let’s not get into that. We don’t want Natalia to begin one of her rampages. Not fun.

She couldn’t really parade around Montreal in a towel, so Natalia quickly dug threw her limited wardrobe. She didn’t really want to bring her whole closet with her to Canada because, secretly, she was scared that she might just go running back to Paris in a couple of months. Plus, if she decided to stay here, she could always go shopping. But, for right now, mix and match was the game of the day. “Okay, clean clothes and dirty clothes …” There were only really those categories with Natalia, basically because she didn’t buy any clothes that she didn’t like. So there were no “cute” clothes and “ugly” clothes. Grabbing a vintage tank and a black skirt, she threw it on, not quite caring. “God, I look old.” Old, but nice and stylish. Hm, how to snazzy it up? Oh, belt. “Something with color, Natalia,” she reminded herself. Filtering throw her very bland taste in belts, she finally picked up a pink one. Oh, whatever, it would do, even if it didn’t exactly reflect her mood. There, that was better. Smoothing out the few wrinkles, she dumped her towel into the laundry bin on her way out. Now, to the kitchen!

Cereal was pretty much banned from this apartment. Why eat processed grains for breakfast when you have a world-class chef living with you? Exactly, no reason. So, what was on the menu for today? After a quick glance in the refrigerator, Natalia removed some tomatoes, peppers, onions, diced chicken, and cheese. “Panini it is then.” After about five minutes of dicing vegetables and cutting the crust off of the bread slices, she put all of the ingredients onto the bread and stuck it on the mini-grill. Yes, she has one of those. No, of course that’s not weird! It’s a necessity, simply put. As Jules stumbled into the kitchen still not exactly awake, Natalia smiled and slid one panini onto a classic china plate. Only the best here. “Dressed up, Nat?” Julianne asked with an eyebrow raised. “Not really, but I am going into town today.” She was lying about the not being at least somewhat dressed up, but at least she told the truth about town. Hustling her way into the bathroom, she did her makeup in less than five minutes and also got her hair to look semi-decent. Rocketing back out, she folded her panini into a napkin and picked up her bag. “I’ll see you later!” she called before whipping out the door as a laugh from her blonde best friend sent her on her way.

Not really a fan of Montreal public transportation, Natalia decided she would walk the ten blocks to Scarborough’s, her destination. You might have heard of the restaurant; if she had done her homework correctly, it was one of Montreal’s finest. But she didn’t care about that; that’s not why she wanted a job there. No, the reason why was because it was owned by one of Montreal’s biggest assholes. None other than Mr. Carlisle Scarborough himself. Either way, she didn’t feel like compiling a resume and actually having to be tolerable for an interview, so she might as well just barge in and take a job at Scarborough’s. Wait, that’s impolite and rude, you say? What planet do you live on?

So with tired feet and a full stomach, Natalia finally stumbled upon the footsteps of the great restaurant. Can you hear the sarcasm ring? Now that she was actually here, she was kind of apprehensive. There was a little less confidence and a little more worry. Would she be rejected? She hadn’t seen him for at least a year; it had been a long time. What if he had changed? What if he was actually more hardcore and … weird? What if he was nice? At that idea, she scoffed. Carlisle, nice? To her? Not going to happen unless she force fed him some humble pie. Anyways, she shouldn’t have too much to worry. Everything should be the same, relatively. Carlisle wasn’t really the conforming type, hopefully he hadn’t changed very much. That was something she was counting on. Fingers crossed! That’s the best she could do. Her hand slowly lifted to rest on the handle. She probably looked like a nutcase to any passing people. Did she care? Not really. She would if she was looking for someone to yell at, but that wasn’t quite at the top of her agenda. “Okay, here goes.” She sighed and pulled on the door.

It was locked.

“Great. Fucking great. You can’t even open your restaurant in the mornings without me.” It was almost noon by this time. Would he be around soon? Would he be around ever? Carlisle wasn’t really known for his work ethic. He believed in taking breaks constantly, meaning in real people language that he enjoyed dumping days off on himself. But, hey, he was the boss right? Right. So now what was she supposed to do? Just sit here, hoping that he’d roll around soon? Stepping back and glancing upwards, she wrinkled her forehead. He’d be around tonight for sure, probably. It was Friday, and he was always here on a busy night. Hitting the door for good measure, Natalia was left on the doorstep with a nasty expression. Might as well wait. If he wasn’t here in the next hour or two, she was outta here. And when she did eventually catch up with him, oh he was going to get it.

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CHATTING UP CHLOE & CARLISLE, THAT ORDER.
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FLASHING THE NUMBERS ONE THREE SEVEN ZERO.
BANNER CREDIT TO MOI.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO MOI, AUSSI.
LYRICS CREDIT TO THE TING TINGS.

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