Chapter 7: Sometimes We Fight, But There Isn't Anything We Wouldn't Do For Each Other...Obviously

***THIS STORY IS INCLUDING EXTREMELY ADULT SITUATIONS...OF WHICH I AM NOT CONDONING IN ANY WAY...I DON'T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE...JUST WARNING YOU***

*AMY'S POV*

The day after we go to the club, I wake up with the world's worst hangover...and to my sisters bitching.

Rebecca: What are you having for breakfast?  Amy, can you cook something?

Kelsey: We're broke Bec...

Amy: Cold cereal for us...

Zoey: I would kill for some coffee right about now.

Kelsey: What are we going to do for money?  It's the weekend...Rebecca and I don't go back to work until Monday...

Amy: Hit the streets then...I can't hack until tonight...

Zoey: I'm hoping by "hit the streets" you don't mean "prostitute yourselves" right?

I just look at her and shrug....but...

Amy: I'm just kidding...

Zoey: Uh-huh.

Rebecca and Kelsey are looking at me with these puppy dog eyes..*sigh*

Amy: Ok, I'll take care of it...

I hate being the oldest sometimes.

As I leave, I hear Zoey scolding them.

Zoey: Damn y'all...

Kelsey: What?

Zoey: You shouldn't just ask her to take care of you all the time just because she will.

I head to the junkyard and I'm about to work on my writing skill until I can join the career, but then I see this thing...and decide to try my luck at drilling...I hear there's all kinds of goodies underground...

I start it up and it roars to life...reminding me of the constant pounding in my head...this is really going to suck.

Bright side...I actually got something...a gem that is worth $1695!  Hell yeah!

So now I can buy some aspirin, right?

Instead, I head inside to the computer to work on some skills...I only have one more writing skill to go, but I really want to get working on the others I'm going to need to make Ambrosia.  I just have three cooking skill points right now...and none of the others...I'm not an outdoor girl...

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*ZOEY'S POV*

Even though Amy made some bank finding that gem, we have to use some of it to fence in our trash can because animals and assholes are spilling it over...grr..arg...but we are able to add on to the house a bit more...

We add another room...not really sure what this one is going to be...it's empty right now.

And we add a spiral staircase to....

NOTHING!  Weeeee!  Yeah, I'm excited too...

I head to the bistro because I hear they're having an eating contest...that's pretty perfect...getting to eat something...and making some money...but I lose.  Damn.

Amazingly, we make it through another day.

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*REBECCA'S POV*

When I wake up, I see Amy sleeping in the kitchen.  I feel bad for relying on her as much as I do, so I decide to wake her up with some pretty guitar music.  She'll love it, right?

Amy: What the fuck, Bec?!

Hmm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Nope, definitely not.

Amy: For fuck's sake...can't you see I'm trying to sleep here?  This isn't a damn concert hall...

Rebecca: Well shit, you don't have to yell at me...you love listening to me play...I'm getting so much better...didn't you hear it?

Amy: No, I'm sorry...I was too busy being startled the fuck awake...

Rebecca: Okay, I'm sorry...I guess I'll just go live on the damn street...

Amy: *rolls her eyes* Come on, Bec...don't give me that crap...we're in this together, right?

Rebecca: Whatever.

Kelsey: I personally liked the guitar playing.

Amy & Rebecca: Shut up Kels.

Amy: Look, I have to go.

Rebecca: Are you still mad at me?

Amy: *as she's leaving* I'll get over it.

Well, this morning is starting off GREAT...

And it keeps getting better with the toilet overflowing on me...wonderful.

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*KELSEY'S POV*

Know how they have that saying, "Love is in the air?"

Well...that's certainly not the case in our house today...more like bitchiness is in the air...mixed with a little bit of pouty, angry, and probably some PMS.

After Amy leaves, Rebecca decides she wants to scare me again...I cannot tell you how sick I am of this shit.

Payback is a bitch...

I scare her ass back...

Rebecca: Shit Kels...you scared the crap out of me!

Kelsey: Yeah, and I don't have to be dead to do it.

Rebecca: That was mean...

Kelsey: Cry me a river...

Since we have some money saved up, we get started on the second floor of the shanty...so it might start looking like a house soon...I don't know what I'm going to do with myself if we actually have bedrooms soon.

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*AMY'S POV*

I head to the junkyard and decide to work my ass off on my writing skill.  I need to get some money together quickly.  The house is coming along pretty good, but our bills keep increasing and I checked with the bookstore and the cookbook for Ambrosia is $12,000.  We haven't had that much since...oh, I don't know...at all...I have no idea how I'm going to come up with it.

To beat it all, Nakia called with some news about a ghost hunter running into town...to feed on the fears and narrow minds of the locals...so basically if there are any ghosts in town they need to leave...or start chomping on ambrosia.

Luckily, I get my fifth writing skill point so I can start writing professionally now...not that it's going to help much...I have no idea what I'm going to do.

Male Voice: Deep in thought?

I nearly jump out of my skin, then notice this guy standing behind me.  He looks like the baker from the butcher, baker, candle stick maker nursery rhyme.

Baker: Oh, sorry...I didn't mean to scare you.

Amy: No, that's ok...I was just...thinking.

Baker: Yeah, you looked it...anything in particular?

Amy: Oh...uh, nothing really.

Baker: I'm a good listener...

Amy: I'm sure you are...it's just complicated.

Baker: I'll stop you if I have any questions.

Hmm...why the hell is this dude wanting to know my business?

Amy: Um...

Baker: Maybe you'll trust me if I introduce myself...my name's Rickie Deal.

Amy: Rickie Deal?  Hell of a name.

Rickie: Yeah, it was kind of a strategic career move on my mother's part.

Amy: Did she have big dreams of you being a used car salesman?

Rickie: *laughs* You're spunky...I like it.  So how about it?  Are you going to tell me why that pretty face looks so troubled?

Amy: *berate self, should have known he's looking to get laid* You shouldn't concern yourself, a troubled face doesn't mean a troubled pussy.

Rickie: *laughs* Whew, you don't pull any punches, do you?  I'm guessing you're not one of the ladies I usually find here.

*confusion*

Amy: What kind of ladies?

Rickie: Just some women struggling to pay their bills...using their God-given resources to make ends meet.

Amy: ...you mean...?

Rickie: ladies of the night, call girls, professional escorts.

Amy: Wow...I didn't think that kind of thing happened here.

Rickie: Hey, times are hard.

Amy: Don't I know it...

Rickie: Ah, so that's what was on your mind, huh?

Amy: Yeah, something like that...

Rickie: So why don't you do some hookin'?  It's pretty easy...I actually know a girl that can show you some pointers...maybe hook you up with a couple paying customers...

Amy: You aren't serious...?

Rickie: Look, I don't know what your situation is, but I gather you need money...and you're not getting as much as you need the way you're going...so why not?

Amy: You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Rickie: Hey, think about it...if you're interested come back here later tonight.

Then he takes off...that has to be the weirdest conversation I have ever had.

But when I get home and find more bills I can't help but entertain the idea.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

Wait...what am I thinking?  Am I seriously thinking about having sex with strangers for money?

Hmm...maybe I should consider it though...I just had sex with a virtual stranger the other night at the club...how different would this be?  I would just be getting paid...and I could really use the extra cash...

I fix dinner for everyone and Rebecca comes in and joins me.

Amy: Hey babe, what's going on?

Rebecca: nothing much...work...some kid was throwing eggs at the house tonight...

Amy: Kelsey kick their ass?

Rebecca: Yeah, but it still sucks.

Amy: They're just kids Bec.

Rebecca: No...he was yelling shit about the "ghost"...telling me to get out of town...

Amy: Oh shit.

Rebecca: I fucking hate this...I wish you had just let me stay dead sometimes.

She is so sad.  I have to fix this soon.  *Sigh* I'm just going to have to suck it up...ew...bad choice of words.

So after everyone goes to bed, I give Rickie a call and head back to the junkyard.

When I get there, there's a beautiful woman waiting for me...she has a lot of makeup on and her hair done, but other than that she looks normal.

She tells me everything she can.

She tells me I won't get paid all that much at first, but once I prove myself...and improve...I'll really bring in some bank.  She also tells me I can set up a website and get paid that way for almost the same amount.  Hmm, that would be awesome.

Then she tells me she has a client on the way but he can't really afford her, so she's going to introduce him to me.

Wow...so I need to decide quickly if I'm going to do this...

I honestly wouldn't even consider it if it weren't for Rebecca...I have to do whatever I can to make her human again.

Okay, so I guess this is what I'm doing.

The guy shows up and he's in the military...

I can do this...I would be able to do it a little easier if I had a drink or two...

I just take a deep breath and go...this is going to work...it has to.

  

It doesn't help that the bedroom in here looks like it's definitely seen better days...and a LOT of better days if you know what I'm sayin'...I'm glad I don't have a black light.

Either way, I get through it...and come out $200 richer.