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Through A Needle || Jude + Kimberly

“Don’t call it what?” Jude asked gamely. “Your apartment? Your place? Your man-cave?” He chuckled as he followed her in. He grinned at her words. “There’s nothing in that goddamn wallet, I told you. Unless you want a photo of my niece, then go to town. She’s cute as hell.” He followed her up the stairs. “Thanks for that lunch, by the way.” He couldn’t help but wonder what to do with the rest of his day, now that the amazing food was eaten and the golden sun was setting behind the Earth. “So,” he said at last once they’d reached her bedroom, and his wallet was in plain sight on the table although he didn’t move to retrieve it. “Do you have any plans for tonight — or are you doing the whole ‘I don’t know anyone, I’m new and alone’ thing? God, I don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

Kimberly flashed him a grin at his last title, she liked it because it wasn’t conventional at all. The more bizarre the name, the more Kimberly was bound to like it. “It’s the least I could do.” She admitted with a shrug, not caring that much for lunch. She’d skip it tomorrow in order to pay for it, but there was no way she’d tell Jude that. She saw the way he looked at her, he thought she was okay. Kimberly didn’t want to ruin that.

She laughed, “It’s like you know me already.” She told him, going in to collapse on he bed, letting her aching bones rest for a moment. Then, she sat up and turned to face him. “No plans.” She admitted. “But I guess the possibilities are endless. I could steal the guy’s iPad from down the hallway, I think he has Netflix, I hear him talking about it downstairs a lot. Or.. I could come up with more to add to my tattoo. We could do some lines, or I could initiate a naked pillow fight.”

#jude #para: through the needle

“Ah, I know the type. Well… You could always ask nicely, no? Bake them a bunch of brownies and beg.”

“I’m not the begging type.”

#avery

“You’ll have to decide, I’m not getting two dragons. Then again… yeah, back is pretty cool. So back it will be.”

“We’re gonna look awesome.”

#cooper

“That’ll do, pour us one and I’ll get this stuff down in a flash.”

“Thank God. I didn’t even want to eat it by the time I’d finished it.”

#ryan

“Something like that, yeah. I don’t know why I do it, but it happens.”

“Oh well. Can’t stop it, might as well embrace it.”

#toni

“Where were you hiding before coming here? And… Maybe you could steal your neighbor’s wifi!”

“Los Angeles. Yeah... maybe. He might kick my ass though. I live with a pretty rough crowd.”

#avery

“You need a buffer?” Disbelief was present in his tone as he spoke, his eyes scanning the woman’s appearance, “Um, alright. Yeah… I can do that.”

“Yeah, I know you can do it, it’s not a fucking hard job. Look... I need this money. Okay? And I need my ass not to get jumped by a NARC. So if you can just... just pretend we know each other for like five minutes... then I’m sure my guy’ll be here and then you don’t have to talk to me ever again. I hate to sound desperate, alright, but I need this.””

#rhett

Yeah… actually I didn’t think I’d be this quiet with so many nice people. I don’t know if I should be worried about it or not.

“Probably should be... I mean, I’m pretty sceptical about it myself. I came from a part of LA where people were always asking you to do shit for them. God forbid you’d need a favor. You’d get offers... but you might have had to suck someone’s dick for it.”

#delilah

“Trust me or don’t, your prerogative, dude. Hey, isn’t that your apartment?”

“Eh, don’t call it that. It’s really not even that great.” Kimberly chuckled as she looked up at the townhouse, stuffed between two more that looked almost identical. She side-glanced at Jude, glad for the way he hadn’t judged her sense of living earlier. After all, she was only paying for a single room in someone else’s home, and almost everything she had fit into a single backpack stashed in the corner. Bottles of liquor she’d nipped for a cheap price had lined the wall as a collection, resumes cluttering the desk against the wall. It wasn’t much, but it was literally all she could afford. Her house mates were hell, but she’d met worse. She’d done worse... with worse.

“Come on, let’s find that wallet so I can rob you.” Kim grinned as she walked straight up to the door and let them in, the front door was never locked, someone was always home. She peaked inside, weary that Jake, the owner of the house would be around. Regardless, Kim was quick to take the stairs and gesture for Jude to follow her.

#jude #{ you know. we could always change this into a para. }

It’s not going to taste as good, but I could pop some bread in the toaster and make the lazy man’s garlic bread. It’s the cousin of the lazy man’s grilled cheese. I don’t think I’ll have to use the microwave for this at least.

“Lazy man garlic bread? Teach me more.”

#damon

“Pass it my way, I’ll give it a test. You got any beer?”

“No just... half a bottle of cheap wine and good old Captain Morgan. Didn’t really... prepare in that department.”

#ryan

“Well lets hope its not. What can I get for you? Are you hungry?”

“God I’m always hungry.”

#sophia

But you don’t know that for sure. If you don’t know then…well, you don’t know if you’ve had it or not. Even if your sister has all those things and even if she’s happy with it, it doesn’t mean everyone else needs those things too in order to feel happy. Some people find their happiness in things as simple as…I don’t know, being outdoors, being vegetarian, working as volunteers to help people, having music, reading books, the list goes on and on, you know? So…hey, it’s okay if you don’t have what your sister has. You’ll find what makes you happy and that’ll be that.

Kimberly couldn’t help but laugh, a small, noncomital laugh. One of almost disbelief at the boy’s sense of positivity. She wished she had more of it in herself, ut she simply didn’t. “And what if I don’t?” She asked, not meaning to damper on the mood but his rant had her on a tangant Kimberly found it hard to get out of once she was in it. Self pity was a strong suit of hers. Perhaps also her biggest flaw. “What if I did something that really fucked up my life, y’know? Something... that my parents are never going to be okay with. Something that follows me around like a rain cloud... everywhere I go... reminding me that even when I think I’m about to be happy, it’s just the begning of feeling like shit all over again.”

#leon

“Do I get to sleep in your bed tonight or does that have to wait until the third date?”

“Well I’m not gonna forget you’re a cop any time soon, or... was a cop. But I guess if you’re not gonna bust me and you’re gonna pay me for the mattress, what else have I got to lose? Literally everything I’ve got is in that bag. So if I wake up and it’s gone tomorrow, just know I’ll have to fucking kill you.”

#luke

“I mean, I’m half and I already have another half of one at home. Though, I think he’s more Italian than he lets off, if you know what I mean… So that’s about as good as it’s going to get if you stick with me. We could take a trip to Manhattan, though. Queens, Brooklyn… Of course, if you’re looking for full bred Italian meat.”

“Not really, honestly. My mom’s grade A Southern débutante and my dad’s just another red blooded American. I don’t even know what I’d do with an Italian if I had one.”

#ashley

“So you vote the hip?”

“For sure. Or... maybe your back. I’ve always been a sucker for dudes with back tattoos.”

#cooper

“Oh no, I’m not that sort of drunk. I rather think it’s a good idea to jump head first into tiny ponds and eat food that will definitely poison me. You know, life on the edge.”

"Hey. I get it. Live dangerously.”

#toni

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