Tenement Funster

With A Little Help From My Friends...

Roger pulled the van into a loading zone near the entrance to Brian's shared flat.  He placed a placard inside the windscreen indicating it was a delivery and hoped they wouldn't get ticketed or towed.  He and Brian got out and walked to the door of his soon to be former home.  They already loaded up his things from his cousin's place and cleaned up.  Stanley and Margo would  be back in two weeks so it was a good time to vacate anyway.

Brian unlocked the door and stepped inside to find his flat mate Clive laid out on the sofa with a female companion.  They were both in pajamas and eating what was clearly leftover pizza.  

"Brian!"  Clive shouted in surprise as he moved to sit up on the sofa.  Pushing his girlfriend over to the side as he gave his flat mate a harried expression.   "You're not coming back for weeks...what are you doing here?"  he questioned as he stood up and adjusted the waist band of his pajama bottoms.  

"I'm moving out and have come to get my things..."  Brian replied as Roger came in behind him.  The girl on the sofa noticed him and formed a curious smile.  

"Who's that?"  Clive asked as the blond stood at Brian's side holding some boxes.  Brian gestured at his companion as Clive's girlfriend disappeared to go to Clive's bedroom.

"This is Roger...he's my new flat mate..."  he informed his soon to be former flat mate.  Clive turned to look down the hallway and was visibly anxious as Brian proceeded to walk in that direction.   Headed for his own room.

"Paul's asleep!"  Clive suddenly stated as he got in Brian's way.  Blocking him from going down the hallway.  Brian glared at him.  Annoyed by his behavior and just wanting to get his things and leave.

"We'll be quiet..."   Brian assured him and gestured for Clive to move.  Clive made a sound of frustration as he stepped aside and Brian proceeded to his room.  

"I need to tell you that there's someone in there!" Clive confessed as Brian put his hand on the door handle and opened it.  He instantly saw one of Paul's friends scrambling from the bed.  

"What is Miles doing here?"  Brian questioned with alarm.  Miles reached for a pair of jeans hanging over the back of Brian's desk chair.  He slid them on as he eyed Brian with panic in his face.  

Brian noticed that the room was a mess.  There were clothes strewn about and old bottles of beer on the nightstand and on his desk.  The air smelled of stale beer and cigarettes and he found himself growing angry at the condition of his room.  It was apparent that Miles had moved in.  "Are you living here?"  Brian asked with disbelief.  Moving into his room to check on the contents of the closet.  

Miles stood with his hands shoved in his pockets and an expression of horror on his face.

"Paul said I could live here!"  Miles cried to him.  Brian's brow furrowed as he found his own clothes shoved into the corner of the closet and an empty takeaway container on the floor.  Brian kicked the takeaway box in anger.

"It wasn't his room to loan out!"  Brian shouted at him.  Upset at the state of his room and at his inconsiderate flat mates.  He moved to go to Paul's room to confront him as Roger got out of his way.  Brian took the steps to the door down the hall and didn't bother to knock as he shoved the door open.  He found Paul just waking up from the noise and looking at him with surprise.

"Hiya!"  Paul said sleepily as he rubbed at his eyes.  "What are you doing here?"  Paul asked as he woke up more and realized there might be a problem.  Brian pointed at the door as he glared at Paul.

"What the fuck is Miles doing living in my room?"  Brian yelled.  "I never said anyone could use my room while I was gone!"  he pointed out.  Paul pulled himself from the bed and gave Brian a dismissive look.