Imperfectly Perfect (BWWM)

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  The voices of my neighbors yelling at each other through the thin wall wake me up out of my sleep. I groan, covering my ears with my pillow.  The sounds of objects clattering and stuff being thrown against the wall make me jump out of bed. I wrap my robe around my body and sliding on my slippers, I make my way to the front door. Swinging it open, I see their door open and the girl storms out in a huff. 

  " You are a lying, cheating, no-good son of a bi-," She yells until she sees me. " Can I help you," She asked me. Clearing my throat, I start to speak. " I-I was wondering if you guys could keep it down a bit," I bit my lip, tightening the robe around my body. 

  She looks me up and down before making a face. " Is this the girl you cheated on me with? I should have known you would be sneaky enough to do this, Anthony," She yells at him as he just stands in the doorway. I slowly back away into my apartment, shutting the door softly.

  "God, I hate it here," I slide down my door with my legs sprawled out. I look over at my paintings that I'm gonna present at the art exhibit tonight and smile. All the long nights, empty iced coffee bottles scattered everywhere, headaches on top of headache will all be worth it and I will finally be able to leave this hellhole.

 A sudden knock on my door knocks me out of my thoughts and I scramble to my feet. " Who-Who is it," " It's Tara and Mark," I swing open the door with a huge smile on my face to reveal my best friends in the entire world. 

  "Hi," I exclaim excitedly. They walk into the living room as I close the door behind them.  "What are you guys doing here," I ask them. " We are here to help you get ready for your big debut tonight, love. So, get dressed. We are going shopping," Mark says, dragging me into my bedroom.

"But, I  have something to wear though," I tell them as they rummage through my closet. Tara turned around with a deadly look on her face. 

"Sweetheart. This is the most important night of your damn life. You only get one shot to dress to impress someone to buy your gorgeous art," She says to me. I was defeated and sat on my bed as they took out clothes for me to wear.

  We are now walking the streets of SoHo with coffee in one hand and a bag of clothing in the other. Mark and Tara are currently gawking at a group of men in fancy-looking suits seated at a table outside on a patio of a restaurant. I roll my eyes at their behavior and walk away giggling. Tara wolf-whistled to them, causing their heads to turn towards us. "Tara, what hell is wrong with you," I yelp, hitting her shoulder as my face starts to feel hot. "I am so sorry. Please ignore her. Her mother dropped her on her head when she was little," I ramble quickly as the men just laugh at her. Mark and Tara laugh at my reaction. "Why do you have to do that? They looked like they were in a very important meeting," Tara sighed, resting her arm on my shoulder. " Trust me, they looked like they needed a good laugh," Mark nods in agreement.

Sighing, I flag down a cab. I turn to them as a cab stops near me. " You guys are still coming, right?" I ask them. They nod their heads with a reassuring smile, I get into the cab and head home.

I make my way up the steps to my brownstone home as the same woman from this morning is walking out of the building with her boyfriend trailing after her. I look away from her but I guess I caught the wandering eyes of her boyfriend. He gives me a small smile and a wink, she catches him and starts going off by the time I make it inside. 

"He just will never learn," I shake my head, opening the door to my apartment. Paintbrushes, paint-splattered clothing, empty paint bottles, and empty bottles of coffee are everywhere. "This place is a mess."