Rest Your Head, I'm Permanent - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Some real people, fake story.
Amanda's POV
After ten aggravating hours of waiting, two tortuously long interviews, and a thirty minute stop-and-go drive, we were finally home once again. The thought of my soft sheets against my body intoxicated me.
"I am so freakin' beat, I am NOT cooking tonight." I said, forcing the driver's side door shut with my entire body. "And," I continued. "If I do win American Idol or a record deal, I am totally buying a new car." I often wondered how my little piece'o shit '97 White Honda Accord was still getting me from point a to point b, and sometimes even point c. Krystal just laughed like she always did when I complained about my vehicle.
"Pizza?" Krystal asked with a small grin spreading across her rounded face. I fidgeted with the apartment keys, dropping them to the ground like usual.
"You order, I pick the movie." I said as I finally found the right key, letting us into our living room, which had been left a disaster after the rushing around we did the previous morning. We were never organized, always misplacing both small and large objects.
Krystal and I lived together for the past five years, I packed up a small suitcase and moved here to Chicago as I tried to run away from the Kiss of Death as I liked to call it. Anyone I got close to seemed to die, except for Krystal. So far, she had been able to stay out of the mortal shadows that followed me. We shared a one bedroom apartment in the windy city, because it was all we could afford at the moment. It had all of the basics that we needed to survive for the most part, cramped kitchen with a breakfast bar, minuscule bathroom with the oh-so-original ocean theme, narrow hallway and of course, the living room. Which in fact, was really the only room we lived in. Honestly, we didn't mind sharing a bedroom, it was sort of like a slumber party that never ended. And, when it came to the subject of "bring boys home", we agreed that one of us would just have to sleep on the couch for the evening--which had almost become my permanent sleeping arrangement, but I didn't mind. I was sincerely happy for Krystal. She met Will about a year ago, while her and I stopped at a Starbucks for some vanilla bean frappachinos. He was the brown-haired bombshell Batista, and she fell in love almost instantly. Lets just say, she insisted that we drink a lot of coffee for about a month until he finally got the hint and asked her out. Me and my hips both thanked him, I could only endure so much caffeine and whipped cream, and I couldn't keep track of the number of hours it had been since I slept.
After some internal debate, I finally decided on the classic, Say Anything. The doorbell rung and I heard an "I'll get it!" as I turned on the TV and slid in the DVD.
"Really, Amanda?" I turned around and watched as Krystal practiced her balancing act. A tower of pizza boxes, paper plates, napkins, and two diet sodas spoke to me.
"A little help here?" It asked.
"No, no. I really want to see you do this one yourself. You did in fact say that you "got it" I said, quoting her, she truly hated my sarcasm. "And yes, really. Come on, I love this movie." I helped her set up our dinning arrangements on our beat-up coffee table. "And you have to admit, John Cusack is oh so cute in it too!" I tried defending myself, already knowing how she would react.
"You love this movie hmm? What you really love is being depressed and sobbing into your pillows at night." Krystal replied, giving me the straightest face possible, but I knew she was only joking.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I had no witty comeback, I was always down about living the single life.
"You just had the best day of your life, and now you want to go and ruin it?" I could tell she wasn't going to let this one go.
"That was the plan." I said in a slightly sarcastic tone.
"You make no sense, whatsoever, did you know that?" She said, handing me my plate with a steaming slice of pineapple pizza, my favorite.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's why you love me." I smiled. This was comfortable, I was comfortable. This felt right, this was home. Now I wasn't so sure that I wanted to give all of this up. I realized, it could all change in the matter of months.