DISCONTINUED (unless I get random inspiration one day)
"𝐈'𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞!"
"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞."
In which Primrose Armitage goes with her best friend, who was straight...
- Chapter Eight - "I'm suggesting that turning Grace off is the wrong way to go about it, big man."
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It was a new day and Primrose Armitage had absolutely nothing to do. She would work every day of the week, but now she didn't have a job anymore. After she had been fired, she attempted to calm herself down by having a peaceful candlelit bath, which helped a bunch. Still stressed about no longer having a job, let alone not having anything in the memory of her younger sister, Prim decided to sleep it off and try to come up with a solution in the morning. She did not want this to get to her as much as it was starting to.
In the middle of her cornflakes and orange juice, Primrose was looking on her laptop for available job interviews. The inheritance she got from her parents was kept safe at the bank, so it's not like she'd be homeless without a job. She just needed something o occupy herself with. She needed a distraction.
So far, she found a job at a bowling alley, working at the bar and a job at a local department store, which she now discovered had been shot up last night. Before she could submit an application for an interview at the bowling alley, her phone rang, making her jump and spill a couple of cornflakes covered in milk onto the table.
She huffed and stood from her seat, going over to the phone and putting it to her ear. "Primrose Armitage speaking." The smile returned to her face having been gone for the majority of the night.
"Rosie! Hello, um, Luther thinks that he has some amazing revelation about daddy's death, so...can you possibly, maybe, bring one of your cookies down to the academy so I can get through this?" Klaus pleaded from the other end of the line. Prim laughed softly and looked to the cookie jar on her kitchen counter.
"Yes, Klaus, I'll bring some over." She said and was about to hang up when he spoke through the phone again.
"Also, Luther doesn't know you're coming so just keep it on the downlow." He stage-whispered and giggled, muttering a 'ta-ta goodbye for now' before putting the phone down. Primrose shook her head and ginned at her friend before making her way to the cookie jar and pulling out seven cookies, emptying the jar. One for each of the siblings, plus her.
•*•*•*•*•
She took one step into the academy and marveled once again at the amazing architecture and decorative features. Then a wave of nostalgia hit her as a knife came zooming past her face, lodging itself into the wood to her left. A yelp of surprise left her mouth as she looked to where it came from and saw Diego, huffing and turning back around to walk back into the living room.
"It's just Primrose." He said.
"What is she doing here?" Luther groaned whilst somebody clapped and ran out of the room. Klaus came into view with open arms and instead of embracing his friend, he went straight to her purse and pulled out a bag with a single cookie inside.
