Best Job Ever

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  • Published: 21 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 22 Nov 2013
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What happens when a simple job interview brings you face to face with the love of your life? Meet Brooke, a 20 year old American, in England for college, studying at the prestigious Oxford University. It's summertime and she applies for a job as a maid and cook. Seems simple enough, right? Wrong. This job takes her through twists and turns, love and heartbreak, but best of all, she gets 4 new best friends/brothers and a sole mate. A job this amazing can only be described as the "Best Job Ever". WARNING: Some chapter have elements that can be triggering. And LANGUAGE! Some chapters have a lot of cursing. xxBo<3

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4. Liam, Liam, Liam!

 

“Tell us about you!” Niall all but screams in my ear. “Well, what do you want to know?” I reply. “Where you’re from,” says Niall. “Your life story,” adds Zayn. “Okay. I’m 20 years old. I’m from Lubbock, Texas, in America. I was studying world history at Oxford.  I ‘m a huge directioner and um, yeah…” I look down unsure of what to say now. Luckily, my phone rings. “Uh, I got to take this-Hello?” “Bo, vas happenin’?” It’s Cheradyn and Sarah. Zayn snickers behind me. It’s on speaker. I turn it off speaker and walk into the guest room and slam the door. “So, Brooke, have you met Liam Payne, your love at first sight, yet?” Sarah asks, sarcastically. “Actually, yes. He slammed a door in my face and gave me a bruise.” Silence.  “Seriously?” Cheradyn asks. “Yeah, you know how I had that interview to be a maid today? The flat I’m working at is Louis and Harry’s.” “Wow.” After talking to them about Liam for 10 minutes, I hang up. I open the door and Louis falls in the room. Behind him, all the boys are standing. “Were you eavesdropping?” I ask. Niall looks at the ground. “Maybe.”  My face flushes with red. “So you heard-“ “The clothing, the shoes, Liam, the hair, the makeup, Liam, celebrities, Liam, your new job, Liam, Liam, Liam!” says Louis, still on the floor.  Oh, crap. “I have to go.” I run into the living room and open the door. “I’ll be back tomorrow at 10.” I call out to no one in particular. I slam the door behind me and out into the hallway. I run past the office and out of the building. I climb into my beetle and try to start it. It doesn’t start. “Ugh!” As if this day could get any worse. I climb out of the car and walk to the nearest bus stop. The bus rolls up and I hop on. I sit in a seat and start to cry. I bury my face in my hands. “Hey, can I sit here?” a voice asks. “Yeah.” I say between sobs. I hate my life.

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