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“Where the FUCK is it?!” Nicole yelped out as she hurled herself out from the kitchen of their dinky little apartment and began digging through the shoe closet, shoving the shoe bin and cardboard box aptly titled “Time Capsule 2” aside while desperately in search of her lost possession.
“Jesus, careful!” Jecka urged as she jumped in just in time to barely grab the small cardboard box before it went flying. “What are you even looking for? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for that job interview?”
“Yeah, what do you think I am doing?” Nicole huffed, giving up the search in the closet and turning to scan the living room now. “And where is Cooper?”
Cooper was the name of the golden retriever puppy that the couple had adopted last week. It was sort of a whole story, but in the end it saw them saddled with a small little menace that managed to rival Nicole herself when it came to making Jecka pull her own hair out. In the good way though. Or as good as that could be.
“I don’t know- what are you looking for?” Jecka asked again.
“My shirt.” Nicole said, turning around to face Jecka, her eyes still scanning her surroundings like a wild animal.
“Your shirt?”
“Yes Jecka, my shirt. S. H. I. R. T-”
“Yeah Nicole I know how to spell shirt, this isn’t fucking preschool.”
“Yeah well help me look, I can’t rock up to the interview in… this .” Nicole glanced down at the dusty Shadow the Hedgehog graphic tee she had worn to bed last night. Jecka had gotten it for her some time back, half as a joke. But Nicole had, despite her initial reluctance, taken to the shirt. Despite the fact that Jecka loved to see Nicole wearing it, she did have to agree. Not exactly the kind of thing you wear to your first real job interview.
“Well did you check the bedroom? You usually splay your clothes out on the bed whenever you’re getting ready to change.” Jecka reminded her.
“Did I check the-? YES Jecka I checked the fucking-...” Nicole had begun her response with an incredulous tone before slowly trailing off, her eyes darting to the side and squinting as if deep in thought before shooting wide open in realization. Silently she looked back to Jecka and raised a single finger as her body turned towards the bedroom door. “Not a word!” She commanded before whipping around just fast enough that she didn’t have to see the smug grin worming it’s way across Jecka’s face.
Nicole was a tornado. One that would probably manage to lose her own head if it weren’t for Jecka desperately holding it down into place. Still, that was part of her undeniable charm. Or at least, it was for Jecka. Was that a bad thing? Well, before Jecka could confront that thought, she was interrupted by the sound of Nicole opening the door to their bedroom and letting out a loud-
“OH FUCK ME!!!”
Her voice was a mix of groaning and screaming, one that again, made Jecka all the more smug. As she began to make her way over beside her wife, she began her usual spiel that could easily have been shortened down to a simple, I told you so , but Jecka liked to annoy Nicole so it played out much closer to “Well, guess that’s what happens when we don’t keep track of the like only other good looking shirt in the apartment Nicole. Course you coulda just picked up more fancy shirts when we were out at Kohl’s last week but no, you didn’t want to waste the money-... ah…”
Jecka’s smug tirade was stopped dead in its tracks when she reached the door and saw what had elicited the earlier reaction from Nicole. It wasn’t that the only other good looking shirt in the apartment wasn’t present in the bedroom, no it was, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was what was sitting on top of it…
RUFF!I
Sitting on top of the only other good looking shirt in the apartment, was the 2 month old golden retriever puppy that the couple had adopted last week. Specifically, the 2 month old golden retriever puppy that the couple had adopted last week that had yet to be properly potty trained.
Oh shit .
“WHY WOULD YOU-... I-... THE SHIRT-...” Nicole stuttered out at the small golden puppy as if it would understand a word she was saying. The golden puppy responded in turn by standing up right above its little mess and proudly wagging its tail, clearly happy to be the center of attention.
RUFF RUFF!
Jecka had two thoughts swirling through her head at that moment. “Oh god, what the fuck is my hot wife supposed to wear now?” and “PFFTTT A-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”. Ultimately, she decided on a mix of both, and with a half chuckle half gasp put her hand on a deflated Nicole’s shoulder.
“God I’m so fucked.” Nicole groaned. “Besides the one you're wearing for your job, that was the ONLY other quote on quote fancy shirt we had in this entire fucking apartment.”
“Yu~up.” Jecka mouthed beside Nicole, staring back at the adorable little hellspawn that was still wagging its tail at them.
Jecka then took her hand off of Nicole’s shoulder and reached up for the collar on her own shirt.
“Huh, what are you- Jecka what are you doing?” Nicole glanced aside lazily at Jecka before growing immediately alert as she witnessed the blonde nonchalantly beginning to unbutton her own shirt right beside her.
“You need a fancy shirt for your job interview.” Jecka responded simply, not stopping.
Nicole looked like she wanted to stop her, but also made no attempt to as if lost in a trance.
Jecka finished removing her shirt and handed it out to Nicole.
“But don’t you need to dress professionally for your job?” Nicole said as she managed to rip her eyes away from the site ahead and down at the shirt being offered to her.
“Nics, I can dress like a slob for one day, they won’t fire me because of that. You however have to make a good first impression.” Jecka pushed the shirt into Nicole’s chest, her hands cupping up to grab it. “Now stop staring, and get dressed.” She said with a smile.
Nicole gaped at her for a second more before her eyes darted to the alarm clock and she realized-
“Oh fuck!” Nicole yelped barreling back into the bedroom as she began to remove the shadow shirt and replace it with the fancy shirt Jecka had so graciously offered her. As Nicole continued to whirl around the room like a tornado on steroids, Jecka went over to the nearby dresser, found the least awful looking tee she could, and quickly pulled it over her head. Then, not skipping a beat, she walked over to the golden terror still standing happily on the bed looking up at her, and gently picked him up and placed him back down on the floor. She then led him out of the room and over to the closet and began searching for the leash, and as she did she heard Nicole finally exit the room behind her.
“Right, thanks, promise I’ll make it up to you later!” Nicole said, pulling Jecka around for a quick kiss. Jecka reciprocated happily and finally pulled back only to say-
“Kohls, your way back, new shirts.”
Nicole nodded obediently, and then pulled herself away preparing to leave. “Right, I’m out!” She called back.
“Oh and Nicole!” Jecka yelled out as Nicole began to open the door.
“Wishing me luck?”
“You look good in pink.”
Nicole glanced down at the shirt she was wearing as if only just realizing it’s color, and then blushed a bright shade of pink herself.
Without another word, and still trying to hide her own grin, she flipped Jecka the bird, who responded with a smug wave, and left for her interview.
“God Nicole.” Jecka mused.
RUFF! RUFF!
Cooper barked out from below, attempting to make his displeasure at being forgotten evident. Jecka chuckled and bent down to meet his gaze.
“Fine. A quick walk, okay?”
Cooper seemed to cheer right up at that.
Jecka had to be at work in an hour and a half, but that was fine. Dealing with the rabid beast at home came first. Oh, and dealing with Cooper too. Jecka’s life was chaotic, but she couldn’t deny that this was exactly what she had signed up for, and she wouldn’t trade it for anythin-
“Oh fuck I forgot you shit in there.” Jecka said, clenching her nose at remembering there was still a steaming pile of dog dookie sitting on their bed, just a room over.
Right. She’d clean that up and THEN take Cooper on his walk.
Sigh.
Wouldn’t trade this for anything.