Iridescent

His hands were shaking as he leaned against the wall and watched his niece sleep throughout the afternoon. The infant may or may not be aware that Caroline, his sister and Bluebell's mom had left and her dad's not even capable of taking care of himself let alone another human being who can barely do anything other than eat, sleep, cry and crap.

And not necessarily in that order.

Adam didn't know if this is rock bottom because surely if it is, no doubt there's a basement on that bottom for him to fall through.

Cuz that's the way it works for him- the worse will always come punch him on the fucking jaw when he least expected it.

Damn, he really thought he and Jess would make it but he can't take care of two people at the same time!

Whatever, it's not the best time to think about failed relationships anyway because if it did, it will take him five months and a half to elaborate everything that went wrong that started with casual hookups, Hannah in the middle and with Jessa near the ending and he, thoroughly being stepped on by every female on the planet he came in contact with.

No more relationships for him.

All he needs is one more push from the edge of the building for him to spiral down to crazy town and emo avenue. Fuck, maybe he's already halfway there already.

The night's quiet and he most certainly won't leave Bluebell (he most certainly will not call her 'Sample' nor the names of his two most recent exes) alone since Laird found a job as a graveyard shift worker at the local bar. He would've asked Ray if he could give the slacker a job but favors are already piling up to the fucking roof.

At least the commercial was a success- it did give him a whole assload of cash that could help him figure stuff out.

Suddenly feeling faint, he opened the window and stuck his head out for some air- albeit a slightly polluted air.

Brooklyn looked nice with the colorful lights in the evenings and the atmosphere was tinted with a slight buzz for nightlife especially for teenagers. But for Adam, the nights are long and life is tough that you have to scratch titanium with your nails just to find the strength to wake up every morning and do the same shit every single day.

He received a script of a play from his box yesterday after his fight with Jess- scripts suddenly making their way after the commercial went on air- and this was by far the best one he'd read. He leafed through the casting to see if there's a familiar name he'd worked with before but everyone's a stranger. His eyes scanned through an Amy, some Wills, a Sam and an Eli and found a name that was opposite to a label of 'Assistant Director'.

Daisy Shaughnessy

Huh, probably means the director's PA cuz he never hear of an assistant director in a play. Maybe an intern that's looking for a job which had the job description of fetching coffee and maybe sleeps with the director once in a while.

He raked his large hands through his inky black hair, thinking what he should do next because right now, things are very much monochromatic for him.

And it sucks.

Jubilant.

That's the word that would describe her feelings as she smoothen out the outfit she plans on wearing the next day. As a films student majoring in directing, she could very much feel the excitement of handling her first ever project (even if it's just an assistant producer) and a real play at that!

It's been two years since she arrived at the US to study filmography at NYFA and though she dreams of being the next Martin Scorsese, indie will always have a place in her heart.

Her grandfather encouraged her to follow her dreams while her mum and dad were a bit conflicted on what to feel because she was supposed to take up law in Oxford before she suddenly blurted out that she wants to be a director.

Quite a shock to dear old dad but they learned to accept it and let her go. But not before giving her a can of pepper spray and three weeks of self-defense class because 'A young lady should learn to be able to protect herself especially in New York'.

Imagine what they would think if they found out that she moved to a small apartment in Brooklyn and her new job is an assistant director to a small company filled with novice actors.

Pinning her wavy short brown hair away from her face, Daisy wiped away the hints of makeup from her face- exposing her soft peach skin that made her hazel eyes pop.

This face belonged to a young woman who had been doted on by well to do parents. Loved by her grandfather and had debutante friends back in London.

And she wanted to erase that image.

Daisy wanted to be a new person- someone who's brave and not afraid to try something new and she thought she had it figured out when she took her first step into that plane. But that was just the beginning; she had to move with the current and still keep herself anchored, careful as to not lose herself in culture-confusion and the realities that not everything was like the movies.

For one thing, New York's not exactly a swanky place to be in especially if you don't live in a penthouse. She almost got mugged on her second week as a student and the traffic was so horrid that she thought she was about to rip her hair out. Money was tight as she had her pride and refused to ask help from her parents and earned a part-time job at a bookstore to be able to feed herself and some other necessities.

But now here she was, one semester shy before graduating college and soon, she will be able to save enough money to pack her bags and move to LA and start her career as a director.

She stood up from the chair, a blue tank top and her old jogging pants serving as her sleepwear were wrinkled as she leaned on the window frame and stared at the city before her. The twinkle of the stars was clouded by artificial lights and smog but she knew that somewhere, she'll find a little splash of color she needs to have her inspiration.

A/N: How was it? Good, bad, too short? Please tell me~

PS. Yes, I'm a Reylo fan and Daisy Ridley is my OC's face claim.