Luckily, I found an apartment. Yeah! It’s pretty expensive, but it’s worth it since it’s really organized and it’s so pretty. Though I still don’t know what to do with the other room, since this apartment has two rooms, I’m getting the bigger one, but I don’t know what to do with the other. There’s just a lot of space. Hell, I don’t even have enough furniture to fill the space.
I paid in advance, just as what the guy-who-sold-me-this-apartment said. So I laid on my bed, staring and admiring the dirty white ceiling. Thinking of a lot of things. And if I say a lot, I mean a LOT. Anyway, I undressed myself and went into the shower. I was singing/humming Madonna’s new single. As I was singing, I heard something. Like there’s someone opening the door. And of course, I ignored it. For a fact that, the door IS locked and only I have the key. I kept on humming and suddenly I just noticed that the door was open and some teenager was there, looking at me like a total idiot. His eyes were popped open like it’s gonna explode out of shock. And I was there standing, shocked as well and COMPLETELY naked. I took my rubber duckie and smashed it on his face. He was completely knocked out. He came crashing down the floor. I banged the door close. I was so mortified. And to think I was naked. And it was a boy who saw me. A kid, a teenager.
I went outside the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my body. I brought with me another rubber duckie, just in case the pervert attacks again. I tip-toed across my room and shuts it close. I phew-ed. ‘Why is that kid there anyway?” I asked myself. I changed on to my sleepwear and brought my rubber duckie, for the second time. I checked the kitchen and the dining area, there was none, living room—none, bathroom—none, the only one left is the extra room. I banged it open and—I just saw the most beautiful sight ever. Inside was a guy.
A guy.
Undressing his T-shirt.
I stood there, dropping my rubber duckie. My heart’s fluttering. This must be the power of his pheromones. Teenagers sure are getting it on these days.
It was then that I realized how stupid I was, standing there, admiring his gorgeous body when all I should be doing is attack the guy and get him out of my own house.
He was looking at me, all confused. His hand on his shirt was still on the middle of undressing himself. I picked up my rubber duckie and threw it right to his face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit. He managed to avoid it. Crap!
“What the hell are you doing, old lady?!” He frantically asked. He was on the verge of screaming, I think.
“Old lady? Who are you calling old lady? I’m still 25, you brat!” I shouted right back at him. “I’ll say, what the hell are you doing in MY apartment?!”
“Your house? Are you kidding, this is MY apartment. Get it? MY apartment.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
I took a long, deep breath. “Look kid. I know what you want. You want money, right? I can give you. But please can you just get out of MY OWN apartment?”
He stared at me in disbelief. Only way scarier.
“Old lady, please. I am telling you this is MY apartment. I already paid in advance for the next two months. Can you please, with all due respect, just get the hell out?” He said, pissed. “And BTW, I don’t need any money from you.”
I started to cry. For the reason of: I don’t know! Hell, I don’t even know why I’m crying. All I know is that fighting with this kid is pointless.
“hey.” He called out.
I didn’t respond. I continued crying.
“hey miss.” He called out, only louder than the first one.
Again, I didn’t respond.
“Hey you.” This time he was whispering it in my ear, which made me tickle a bit. I didn’t even notice him getting closer to me. “Why in the world are you crying? Tell me.”
I gently rubbed my eyes. “I’m not crying. You know what, if we continue arguing like this it won’t end. So why don’t we just talk and sort it out?”
“Okay then.” He then moved away from me. “What do have in mind?”
“You said that you just paid two months in advance, right?”
He nodded.
“I just paid one month in advance. So why would the guy-who-sold-me-this-apartment sell me this house when he’s selling the same place to you?” I wondered.
“I guess we have been swindled.” He simply said. “He must have gotten two clients at one time and decided to sell one apartment to both of them, so he can earn twice or more than his usual pay. And those clients are us.”
“That old man. I’m going to call him right now.” I hurried across my room to get my cellphone and dialed the guy’s number.
“Sorry, the number you have dialed is out of coverage please try again later” The phone said. This angered me. Why would he do that and make me one of his victims? That arsehole.
“I can’t contact him.” I frowned and turned my attention to the teenager. “He must have gotten away and ran off. And to think a month is here is pretty expensive.” I sighed.
“Why don’t we ask the landlady?” He suggested.
“Good idea.” I said, shifting my disappointed look to a brightened one.
So when we went to the landlady, she said she can’t do anything about it because the guy-who-sold-the-apartment-to-us already bought the entire room. So she suggested one impossible solution: “WHY DON’T YOU TWO LIVE TOGETHER?”
