Fighter
Hi, I'm Joanna Mitchell, but call me that and it won't be pretty. Toughest bitch here. I'd suggest you don't mess with me, you'll only regret it later.
Oh, that was cute.
Was I supposed to be hurt?
Only if you have a weak self-esteem.
I don’t think anyone wants any.
With your legs, I think you can afford to skip one.
Too bad you guys don’t get any.
Radio - He is We
Noah sighed a bit, and looked down at his beer in his hand. “I don’t know, home was kinda pointless. I went for a doctors appointment but my mom wanted me to stay the weekend.” He shrugged. “So I did.” Noah looked down at his beer again before taking a big swig of it. “I can’t bake for shit, so I’m impressed that you’re a good baker.” Noah took another swig of beer. “I can help with that life thing though, cause I don’t have one either, so we can spend time together.” The blonde boy said looking up at the girl next to him with a smile. Noah stared into the blonde girls eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “My mom was on Broadway for a little while, so I guess I just fell in love with it there and stuff.” He shrugged. “What about you, culinary major, where did that come from?” He said taking a big swig of beer and looked at the girl. “You’re really beautiful, you know.” Noah murmured to Jo before the smirk came to his lips again.
Jo smiled at the thought of spending time with him. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll bake you something.” She said with a small laugh. Her eyes widened as he told her that his mother was once on Broadway. “Really? Wow! It must run in the family then, huh?” She asked before he said something about her being a culinary major. “You aren’t the only one that got it from your family. My parents are both chefs and have a restaurant that’s been in our family for years. I wanna take over it someday, but to do that I have to be as good as them.” She said modestly, running a hand through her blonde curls. She was caught off guard when he called her beautiful, and it brought a small blush to her cheeks. “Thanks. You know, we could go somewhere else. My dorm room’s empty.” She whispered back. Before he could answer she slid some money on the table for her drink and grabbed his hand. The bar was now packed and she pushed her way out until she made it to the door, and gulped in fresh air. Jo looked at Noah with a smile before intertwining their fingers. ” So, tell me about yourself. I mean, besides family, what else do you like to do? We both don’t have lives, but there has to be something.” She said with a joking smile.
Noah slid out of bed when he had agreed to go to the bar with Jo, she was pretty, gorgeous even and she seemed like a sweet enough girl. He couldn’t wait to get to know her. He had been wanting to get some more friends, and maybe even a girlfriend or something. He knew time was running out, and he really wouldn’t mind spending it with a pretty girl. Sighing, he pulled on jeans over his superhero boxers, and then grabbed a simple white tshirt, and then pulled his jacket on.
After slipping his wallet, keys, and phone into the pockets of his jeans, Noah walked out of his dorm after shutting the light and locking the door. The blonde made his way to the bar that Jo had told him to meet her at. He got to the door and showed the bouncer his ID, easily getting in already being of age. He looked around for the girl, and smiled walking over when he saw her. “Hey.” He said sitting on a stool next to her. Noah looked at the bartender when he looked at him, and ordered himself a simple beer. He took a sip of it when it was placed in front of him. “I just got back from going home for a few days, but nothing really.” The boy shrugged taking this time to over look the pretty blonde girl next to him. “What about yourself?”
She sighed as he mentioned home, and could almost smell the cinnamon buns. Sure, Jo was tough, but if there was one thing she was a sucker for it was home. “How’s home?” She asked lightly, not wanting him to think she was digging for answers. Jo knew that home for a lot of people was a tough subject, and she was lucky to have the family she came from. She felt his eyes on her and smirked a bit, finishing off her glass. She could feel the alcohol relaxing her and it felt nice. “Just baking, baking, and more baking. I don’t have much of a life really.” She admitted with a small smile. Jo noticed that she felt comfortable around him, and she liked it. It was something she could definitely get used to.
Jo looked him up and down before meeting his eyes again. She needed to have a good time and he seemed liked the perfect person to do it with. She turned her body toward him and rested her head on her hand. All she really wanted to do was get out of there. She found herself staring at him for a while, but decided to be the one to break the silence. “So, you said you’re a music and theatre major. What made you decide to do that?” She asked, tapping her fingernails on the table. Jo knew she had always wanted to be a chef, but she knew it was a big decision for most people. Growing up, moving out, the whole shabang. She sighed in memory, a light smile playing on her lips. Jo remembered how excited she had always been to get older, to be able to make her own decisions. Why had she ever wanted to do that. She shook her head at herself, wishing she could transport back to when she was five. When everything was simple. Jo looked to Noah expectantly then from under her thick lashes.
