Friday Night Stalkin'

Apartment Troubles Of The Fifth Kind

"Boyfriend did you see them! They were adorable!" Girlfriend excitedly exclaimed. Her hands placed on her cheeks. "Kinda reminds me of you when we first met!"

"Beep skibee."

"Can you please start talking normally now? For me?"

"Fiinneee..." The dumb, cyan haired, 19 year old said in annoyance. "Yeah I saw them, and sure they were cute, but they rap terribly!"

"So? I can just teach them to get better! You could help too!"

"Girlfriend we don't know where they live! Plus I don't think they would like us intrudi-"

"You could get to rap battle again."

"... B e e p."

"I knew you would like that. Now let's go get Pico-"

"Beep bop boop."

"Yes I know he hates us greatly because he spared you and was your EX but he's good at this. Plus, he'll do anything to get some easy cash nowadays." Girlfriend said staring down at the, now grumpy, Boyfriend.

"Fine..." As they watch your train leave, Girlfriend picks up her phone.

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You listen more of "Target Practice" as you made your stop. You got off and walked to your apartment. Checking in and climbing the stairs as you don't trust elevators as much as your neighbors. You unlocked your apartment and walked in.

All you had was a small kitchen. Couch, lamp, a small box TV on a rouge coffee table and a bathroom. You couldn't afford a bed yet so you pulled a Leroy Jethro Gibbs and slept on the couch.

You loved your new dinky apartment very much kept it nice and clean.

You felt tired because of your rap battle earlier today so you just wanted to sleep. You locked your door took off your shoes, Then jumped on your couch and slept with your clothes on.

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"I still don't understand why you guys want me to hunt this kid down..." The ginger haired male grumbled.

A voice of the phone he was holding talked back.

"Yeah I get it... 100,000 bucks to buy myself more... Uh... Cigars..." He instantly regrets saying that in public. "Alright I found the complex..."

The man walks to the counter. The female behind the desk shivers. Knowing who this man is. "Hello Pi-Pico..."

Pico waved. "Yo whats sup. I'm looking for a kid that lives here. Best you tell me before you get blammed." Said the untreated schizophrenic. Pico soon started to describe you. Without Girlfriend's... Uh.. very uncomfortable praise that made even Pico shudder.

"What's his name Mr. Pico..."

"(Your Name)."

"Room 168..."

"Hey, thanks... Now pretend I was never here. Have a nice day." Pico left. Taking the Elevator up to your floor. Pico steps out and walks to your room. Then starts picklocking it.

Creeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaakkkkkk...

He pushed the door open. Just to see you on your couch. Pico looks surprised. He shut the door. His heart was melting. "W-woah... God damn they're adorable-"

Girlfriend calls him.

Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring...

Pico just dropped his phone.

Ring... Ring... Ring... BEEP! "You have one new message!"

"Pico. What the hell? Answer your phone. Did you forget the money or something?!"

He picked it up and called back.

"Finally! What do you got you ginger?"

"Apartment complex. Room 168. At the edge of the city." Pico leaves the building. Shutting his phone off.

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You wake up on a nice Saturday morning. Looking around. You were covered in sweat so was your grimy red couch.

You got up, stretched, and walked into your kitchen. You opened your fridge pulling out eggs and milk. You started to stove and cooked your eggs. Then drink your jug of milk. Only to see that it was now empty. Water it is.

After your rather disappointing breakfast, without milk, you walk to your door. You then noticed it was... Unlocked.

You immediately panicked.

Locking your door and diving to your couch. Pulling a steel bat from behind it. You rushed to the bathroom and checked it. Then pulled out your flip phone. Calling the police... Nothing happened.

Oh silly you... You forgot to charge it last night....

So you go downstairs and ask the receptionist.

"Why Mr. (Your Last Name). What do you need?"

"Well.. did someone... Come in here to look at my apartment..?" You asked looking a bit freaked out.

"Oh... Uh nooo! Why..?" She asked.

"My room was unlocked-"

She looks scared. "Nothing happened sir. Go back up."

You sigh. Mumbling incoherently.

All you knew...

That someone knew where you lived.