The Art Of Falling In Love Again

A Change Of Pace

The weeks following were stressful to say the least. Once your classes started up again, you were still steadily maintaining a full time job, so your schedule didn't allow much free time.

Rooming with Jean was strange, but you got used to it. You had honestly expected it to be worse then it was. There were a handful of things he did that annoyed you, but you'd find that in any roommate.

Once again, you were coming home from the restaurant, exhausted from your day of work and classes. You had another class in the morning, and then you had to work a double shift, so all you wanted to do was get home, get a shower, and then pass out on your bed.

But as you stood at your door with your keys out, you figured that what you wanted, more then likely wouldn't happen.

While you were unlocking the door, you could hear multiple people inside, along with the TV running. They were more then loud. You were able to pick up Jean's voice among the shouts.

You let out a deep breath before opening the door.

Your suspicions were confirmed, and inside sat Jean along with two of his friends. Empty beer bottles scattered around the room and half-empty chip bowls dumped over the floor.

This was one of the many things that irked you about living with Jean. Night after night, he would have his friends over. Not just any friends, the kind of friends that were "popular" in high school. The kind who would get arrested for doing dumb and illegal shit, and then have their rich Mommies and Daddies bail them out.

It's not like it was a huge problem that required you to try and switch roommates, but they were loud enough to keep you from sleeping at night, and loud enough to disrupt you from the homework that you were so desperately trying to do.

All of their attention turned to you as they heard the door open. You watched as one of them scanned your body entirely.

"God." You shook your head as you slipped off your shoes and started to walk towards your bed.

You peeled your coat off, and tossed it on the mattress, along with your purse.

"Jean, can I speak to you?" He turned his head to look at you, as soon as he heard his name.

"Alone."

He stood up and sheepishly followed you into the bathroom, scared of the lecture you were about to give. Once the door shut, you began to speak.

"What the hell dude?"

"Listen, I can explai—" He started to speak, but you soon cut him off.

"No Jean, listen to me. I'm not mad that you're having your friends over. I'm not your mom, I'm not trying to control you. I," You sighed before continuing. "I've had a long day of work. I've been gone for over ten hours, and I would've liked to come home, and go to bed."

"I know."

"You keep saying that, but nothing's different. I don't care that you're friends are staying over late, I don't care that you're constantly trashing the room. It's just that this isn't the first time that this has happened. I don't mean to be rude, but do you at least see where I'm coming from?" You didn't want him to see you as the bad guy, you were just frustrated.

"No, I totally get it. It's just because tonight was the game-"

"Listen, I don't care about the reason. Just at least in the future give me a heads up. 'Cause now I have to go stay somewhere else tonight."

"Wait, no you don't have to do that." He quickly mumbled, he didn't want to kick you out of your own home. "The games almost over, they'll only be here for another hour or two."