Well Im twenty-three, obviously live in West Hollywood, uh, Im a hairdresser, and yeah, thats about it, Shane grinned at the younger girl.

And youre a big ho, Marissa added jokingly.

Well yeah, that to, Shane laughed. Better than a spoiled rich kid.

Marissa crossed her arms over her chest and fake pouted, Am not.

Shane opened the door, motioning for Marissa to go first, This way your highness.

Marissa stuck out her tongue at Shane and wandered through the door, Which floor are you on?

Fourth, but dont try and use the elevator. It gets stuck in between floors, Shane readjusted the bag and headed towards the stairwell.

I can take that if you want, Marissa commented, glancing at the elevator forlornly.

Smirking Shane dropped the bag, Okay.

Watching Marissa struggle taking the bag up two flights of stairs was highly amusing, but Shane grabbed the bag back after realizing they would never make it to the room before the next day at their current speed. Marissa smiled pitifully and leaned against the wall, catching her breath.

What did you pack? Your whole damn closet? Shane frowned kicking the bag slightly.

Looking slightly aghast, Marissa shook her head, It would never fit in one bag!

Well, come on, Shane marched up the steps, leaving Marissa.

Dont you have a damn landlord to fix the elevator? Marissa grumbled running to catch up.

Yeah, but his theory is, if its not on fire or infested with bugs then you can deal with it on your own. He truly is a pleasant man, Shane sarcastically added.

Finally after what seemed like forever, they reached Shanes apartment. Dropping the bag, Shane pulled out a set of keys and opened the door. Marissa shoved the bag in, and then collapsed on the couch, extremely exhausted.

Shane watched the younger girl yawn, Why dont you go back in my room and get some sleep, I cant imagine you had anytime to last night.

Marissa perked up slightly at the mention of sleep, You dont mind?

Nah, I got some stuff I need to do, Shane grabbed the handle of Marissas bag and pulled it back into her room. Just make yourself at home.

Marissa smiled gratefully and pulled a slightly startled Shane into a short hug, Thank you, for everything.

Pulling back, Shane scratched her head a little embarrassed, Yeah, well, just get some sleep.

Walking back towards the kitchen Shane pulled out her cell phone. Quickly dialing a few numbers she waited somewhat impatiently for someone to pick up.

Hey, I need a favor.