|"i'll be back later, I'm going to meet the boss at his place, i'll call if i'm late!" the brunette, who usually didn't have much of a voice, called as she headed toward the door. a younger looking brunette ran after her. "mariii!" "no." "but mari! i have to meet mick alders. He's like, my soulmate." "audrey, you know I love you, but i cannot take you with me. i can't." "but mariii, i have to meet him! come onnn!" "audrey, i said no. i gotta go, i'm gunna be late." she watched her sister sulk away, and hurried out the door, slamming it, and praying that she wasn't late. and this was coming from the little, hard-working, deticated...well, mari hated to be late. especially to this job.|
mick alders' assistant. people would kill to be close to celebrites like him, while the brunette was close to them everyday. considering the path that mick himself was on, however, she felt that people wouldn't be craving her position imparticularly. the brunette squeezed herself into the small car she'd gotten herself about a year earlier, and hurriedly sped her way toward the alders' house. marilyn kept her eyes focused solely on the road, but in her head, she was panicking and making a list of things she needed to do, not only for mick, but for herself after work.
the car slowly pulled itself into his driveway, and she was careful as to where she parked, having learned that lesson on the first day on the job. two converse clad feet stepped onto the concrete, and the brunette pulled herself up, her plaid t-shirt/half-sleeved top was thrown over a black tank top, and she'd added jean capris and black ankle socks to the little number. despite how organized she seemed, she never was the type to dress up all fancy, just to run around and do things for mick. he didn't seem to care that much about it anyway.
hurrying to the door, a slender hand reached out and pushed the button on the door bell, an echoed ring heard from inside. as mick opened the door, mari pocketed the pda she was fiddling with (to keep track of mick's schedule and events and whatnot), and smiled. "hi, mick." she said happily. over the course of the time, the two became good freinds, and mari enjoyed his company...when he was sober, at least. "Hey, come on in. I hope you're hungry, I got breakfast set up for us all out back." mari felt her cheeks heat up. something they did all too often. "mick! you didn't have to do that, really." she looked down at her converse, feeling the warmth from her cheeks.
suddenly, he moved and she looked up, hurrying inside and hearing the door shut behind her, but then once more mick was moving, and marilyn followed behind him, as she usually did. "You know I don't know how people get up this early, it's like practically dawn." she laughed and smirked right back. "i've been doing this all my life. i'm used to it by now." she giggled. "i'm sorry if i was a little late. my sister was asking me to take her over to meet you. she's in love with you." suddenly, marilyn blushed again, feeling like that wasn't right to say at all. she gave him a sheepish smile, hoping that the red of her cheeks would die down soon enough.