“OJ?”  Tina nodded; squeezing oranges was a good way
to work out some stress.  There was stress;
she wasn’t sure where she was going to be living, what she was going to be
doing, and how she was going to afford to do anything at all.

“I was in development but I gave it up to have a baby, which I lost.  Then I started doing volunteer work, but now
I have to find a real job.  And soon, I
was actually just thinking that.”  Tina admitted and Daisy nodded cracking two
eggs and mixing them in a bowl.  Her
wrist flicking the eggs expertly.

“You cook often?”  Tina asked, slicing the oranges.

“Yeah, I like it.  I’ll trade laundry
duty for kitchen duty any day of the week. 
I love Sunday breakfast.”  Daisy
caught herself admitting, this Tina was catching her off guard.  She was good, almost as good as some of the
shrinks at school; she was going to have to watch out for this one.

“Did you have fun last night?”  Tina asked, watching Daisy work, and thinking
that must have been what Lara looked like in the kitchen.  Cute and assured of herself, eyes darting and
quick to move as the food cooked.

“Do you always ask so many questions?”  Daisy
asked, grunting and rolling her eyes.  She
pulled out two plates, throwing the two slices of French toast on it,
scrambling the eggs again and tossing Tina a look.

“Unfortunately, yes.”  Tina said a sheepish look on her face; Daisy
gave her a cold glare.

“That just sucks.”  Daisy said slapping
the slice of bread on the skillet and shaking her head, making Tina smile. 
Instead of saying a word, Tina just continued what she was doing, better to let the
Goth girl come around on her own. 

~*~*~*~*~*

“Jenny, where are you?”  Marina asked the empty room rather loudly, she
turned over on the disheveled bed and moaned her head hurt for some unknown
reason.

“IN THE SHOWER!”  Came the loud voice of
her love, and Marina groaned, pulling the pillow up over her
head and blocking out the sound.  Her
voice could be utterly annoying at times, and when she yelled, it was 10 fold.