Cassandra Christine Chance (![]() ![]() @ 2010-01-08 13:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #complete, cooper lee, rachel gatina |
|[ WHO ]| Rachel Gatina, Cooper Lee
|[ WHERE ]| Her apartment building
|[ WHEN ]| January 8, 1:40 PM
|[ WHAT ]| Coming home from getting a job
|[ OPEN ]| To whoever
She had a job. Rachel Virginia Gatina had gotten herself a job doing what she did best: stripping. And she started the next night. Lucas and Brooke were here. Brooke was pregnant. They both wanted her to be a godmother to their kid. Geez, that fact still surprised the hell out of her. But that was Brooke. She was always surprising her. And apparently Lucas Scott would be no different. But some surprises were great. And, though she was still quite unsure of her status as a Godmother - seriously, what would she teach the kid? How to dance on a pole or manipulate people into doing what they wanted? - she was still glad they asked. It made her feel like maybe there was hope for her yet. That maybe, despite what Brooke had said once upin a time, people could change. And that maybe, just maybe, she was one of those people. It would certainly be a nice difference to how things had been before, back in Tree Hill. She'd stopped off to grab dinner - nothing more than three large bags of Chinese food - and then headed home. Living in the same building as Brooke and Lucas made her feel a little better. Things were good. And getting better all the time. Soon she'd have way more in the bank and then she'd be able to really set herself in and start making herself at home. There wasn't too much left to do, after all. A couple of pictures of Brooke and Lucas could be gotten from them, she was sure. And it wasn't like she had access to any pictures other than them, so there wouldn't be any other pictures to worry about getting. She had yet to meet the other girl she was sort of living with, but aside from that, there wasn't much left to do. Except, of course, let herself in with her key. Which she'd do once she reached her door. |