
M e n - C h a p t e r T w o
I want to kill him, but I don't exactly want to go to jail right now. Plus, I had more serious matters to discuss with him.
Stepping in front of the TV, I said, "We need to talk,"
Yep, I used the line that always came up before a couple breaks up.
Well... this time, I REALLY needed to talk to him.
"Can we do that later? I really want to watch this show,"
Really, wanted to watch this show, eh? Well, you can watch the reruns later! I turned it off.
He sighed and asked, "What is it Gill?"
"How much rent are you paying me?"
Nice and direct.
"Gill, let's not let money get between us now--"
"$500," I said.
"$100," he bargained.
Uh... no.
"$400,"
"$200"
"$300,"
"$250," he said and the most beautiful smile formed on his face.
Sheesh!
I hate him.
"Deal," I grumbled and reached for the glass of juice I was drinking earlier today.
It was empty.
I should have known.
A leech is in the house, and it's going to be staying here for three WHOLE months. How am I ever going to survive?
.
.
"So, where do I sleep?" he asked as he was ten hours into being my housemate.
Oh yeah you got it right, I'm counting down on every hour, minute, and second until the day he leaves! Boy, am I anticipating the moment!
"Erm...." I looked around and thought about the interior design of my house, I didn't really have a guest room for him to stay in, and I'm most definitely not going to let him stay in my room. He's crazy if he thinks he can go THAT far.
But guess what he suggested next?
Yep.
He's a maniac, an undeniably good-looking one, but a psycho for sure.
"Your room?"
What?!
My eyes obviously popped out like a fish as I half stared and half glared at him, "NO. Not my room! You can sleep on the floor out here all you want! Just remember to not drool on my BRAND NEW carpet!"
I loved my carpet, thank you.
He pouted.
Yes, it was a pout.
I seriously don't understand how a guy can sulk and still look so gorgeous and cute! Man, I wish I could do that...
"Giiiiiillllliiiiaaan,"
What now? He's whining? When did he become a whiner?
It is kind of cute though...
"Giiiiillllliiiiaaaaaan,"
Ok, scratch that. It's annoying. It was cute the first time around, but now it just sounds dumb.
"Gilllliiiaan,"
"Can you stop that?" I hissed.
"But, Gillllllllian,"
Argh!
"FINE. You can drool!"
Bosco closed his mouth and a bewildered expression was on his face. He blinked and sort of looked like a little innocent boy. It took him a moment to digest what I said and recover from the shock of his charisma failing to aid him in getting what he wanted. I'm guessing he thought I would agree to be bunkmates. It might be hard to resist his charm, but I'm not that selfless or stupid, yet.
"I... guess I'll sleep on the couch then," he informed me in a voice of defeat.
I should say yes, since I did win the 'Bosco-using-his-handsome-looks-to-deprive-Gillian-of-her-bed' round, and his self-esteem is probably wounded from the lost, BUT this was my BRAND NEW couch that he's talking about!
"NO. What if you drool on it and leave a stain?" I asked frantically, "Sleep on the nice, soft, and comfy floor, won't you??"
He was no fool.
"I prefer the couch," he simply replied and lay down on my beautiful, brand new couch, my favorite piece of furniture. I want to cry, now, if only that would help.
Going to my room, I changed into my PJ's and climbed into bed. Flipping open my cell phone, I melted at the sight of the wallpaper. It was a picture that I secretly took when he wasn't looking.
He was so good looking, so much better than the jerk sleeping on my couch downstairs. He's nice, sincere, and had a great heart. He's perfect. I remember seeing him helping an old lady cross the street the other day. Ah... how I wish I were that granny...
I touched the small screen and left a fingerprint.
His big round eyes, thin lips, and his amazing hairstyle that looks like he styled it before he went to bed and didn't do anything with it in the morning, just made him so strikingly handsome...
Ah... flawless.
I wonder what his name is though...
What? Can't a girl have a crush?
Taking a last look, I put my phone away and closed my eyes, while praying that I would meet him in my dreams tonight...
I wiped the table furiously. Man, do these people know how to put food in their mouths?? The table is disgusting!
Someone placed a warm and soft hand on my shoulder.
"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy--"
AH! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It's HIM!
Dropping the washcloth on the floor, I combed my hair and pulled it behind my ears with my fingers.
"You're Gillian right?"
He KNEW my name!
I think I'm going to faint.
"I've been noticing you for a while now,"
Ok, wait, can't pass out yet!
"You... you have?"
"Yeah, you're really pretty,"
Oh, so are you!
"Are you busy tonight?"
"No!" I shouted in an overly excited way.
"Great. Then let's--"
GILL!
A voiced boomed loudly and echoed in the room. Huh?
"What's that?" I asked, but there was no response.
I looked at my crush. Was he scared? He was looking pale... and VANISHING?!
GILL!
The voice called out to me again.
I covered my ears, but it wasn't helping. Everything around me, including my crush was disappearing. What's happening?!
GILL!
The last call sent me back to reality, sadly.
My eyes popped opened and I jumped upright in my bed. I was face to face with Bosco.
"You know, you're the one that drools," he said and wiped the corner of my lips with his thumb.
Argh!!
"What are you doing here?!" I hollered at the top of my lungs.
"I'm hungry,"
"At this hour?"
"It's breakfast time,"
I looked at the clock, 4:30 AM??
"Yeah, in three more hours!" I told him.
"I need to go to the gym,"
"Then go eat some cereal, will ya?"
"But, you make the best waffles," he said sweetly and pinched my cheeks. Gah! I bet my crush was just about to do that in my dream!!
Yawning as I made waffles before five in the morning, I felt miserable. The moment with my crush was just too short. It wasn't fair, it shouldn't have ended so quickly, we haven't been on a date, hold hands, kiss, or even get married yet!
I hate my life.
Sitting at the table with my mug of black coffee, I watched Bosco chow down.
When he finished eating, he said thanks, winked at me, and left the house.
Geeeez.
Do I have to do the dishes too?
Cleaning up, the doorbell rang. If it's Bosco, I'm not going to let him in again. Opening the door yesterday was the biggest mistake I made in my life. I've learned my lesson, the hard way.
Was it the paperboy? I couldn't really tell through the crack I made. Opening the door wider, I saw a guy in sweat pants and a t-shirt. He held a cup in his right hand.
Don't tell me it was a door-to-door beggar.
Well, a vagabond probably wouldn't be wearing a diamond earring... or have his hair so nicely styled.
Wait.
Earring? Messy hair? When have I seen him before?
I tapped my chin and glanced down at his feet.
Oh! Flip-flops!
It was the boy next door!
Am I getting short-term memory or what? Maybe it's cause of Bosco? Hey! Maybe I can tell Bosco that having him stay here is affecting my health and maybe that will get him to leave!
Stop being silly Gillian. When did Bosco ever care about your mental stability?
"Sorry, for bothering you so early in the morning," the guy said, "Um... you do remember me right? I live next door, I'm Edison,"
"Yeah, Edison, right," I said and tried to smile, "How can I help you?"
He held the cup toward me.
The boy next door was a beggar?
Now that's a surprise!
Ok, so what am I supposed to do? Should I give him money? If I do, how much should I give him? I don't want to give him too much or else he might start coming here every morning, but if I give him too little it would--
"Can I borrow some sugar?"
Sugar? He wanted to borrow sugar? Did people still do that nowadays? What century are we exactly living in?
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