WANTED U \\ CLINTON CAVE

//ONE//

I woke up to a kiss on my cheek, I rolled over to see my boyfriend standing over me. He had one of his best suits on and a large smile on his face. "I'm heading off to work, I have a meeting today. Will you come up for lunch?" I stretched out my arms and yawned, registering what he had said.

"Yeah, I'll pick something up on the way. Send me what you want." He nodded and grabbed his bag before heading out. The door shut behind him and I took another moment to wake myself up completely.

The white sheets engulfed my body and I resented getting out of them. I grabbed my phone and browsed aimlessly, attempting to procrastinate actually getting up and starting my day. The relatively plain, but big, apartment still didn't feel like home. I finally rolled out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, not wanting to waste any time. The harsh noise of the blow drier echoes off of the walls as I attempt to style my hair in loose waves. Once satisfied with the outcome, I unplug the hair drier and put it back under the cabinet. The routine seemed so simple at this point, I guess that's what makes it a routine.

Things felt so slow lately. Day after day goes by, and everyday I wake up to get ready only to go see my boyfriend of three years for lunch. My life was perfectly made out for me.

Since Logan was promoted, money wasn't a problem. He was making more than I could possibly wrap my mind around and it didn't exactly matter what we spent, he made more. He'd assured me so many times that he can easily cover all of the expenses and there was no purpose in me getting a job because he could get me anything I'd ever want.

He was perfect, he treated me so incredibly well. He wanted life to be easy for me and I was so thankful for him. He was pretty much my best friend and I was so blessed he loved me.

My phone buzzed and the screen lit up, it was a text from Logan asking if I could get chipotle for lunch. I texted him back, assuring him that'd be fine.

Logan was some sort of manager for music artists and other public figures. He is a media manager, he is in charge of their accounts and profiles and the way they looked in the public eye. He organizes interviews, sponsors, and other specific things I can't keep track of. I'm pretty sure he was meeting a new client today for the agency he works with.

Logan and I lived in Texas when he got this opportunity. It was hard to leave behind everything we knew but his boss assured him that he needed to live in Los Angeles if he wanted to be successful at his path.

When he asked me if I'd move with him it was actually pretty shocking. I was pretty terrified of change, I don't know anyone here besides Logan and I wasn't the best at adjusting. I left behind all of my social life, all of my family to move here. As big as the sacrifice was, it seemed worth it.

I hadn't really used my time here to explore the city or make any new friends, but I used to to settle down in my relationship and pretty much devote myself to Logan and the life we were building. I missed my life in Texas but my future was here and I knew that, it was something I had to accept.

Logan constantly encouraged me to go out more, find more people my age to spend time with, a group of girls I could hang out with when Logan's out of town. I wasn't interested in it, I couldn't explain it. Everything just seemed so much safer from inside the walls of our apartment.

I got dressed in an oversized sweater tucked into high waisted jeans with a dark belt. I paired the outfit with my black doc martens and analyzed the look in our full length mirror. I did my makeup so that my freckles were still clear despite the concealer under my eyes. I had on mascara to make my blue eyes seem brighter and blush and bronzer to shape my face. I sprayed some perfume as a last touch and started getting together my things. I ran my fingers through my hair and let it fall down my back loosely.