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Today is my second day in Italy and to say I'm excited is a brush of words. I'm so excited I could pop. But excitement aside....I need a roommate.

Even though I told Ma I could afford the rent, I knew I couldn't, but hey let's save her some stress yeah.

So here I am coffee in hand waiting for my first roommate auditions. Yaay. Not the sarcasm.

I hate people.

Literally. I'd prefer a good book and a cup of coffee to them any day.

The door bell rang and I quickly jumped off the counter and made my way to the door

Ok let me get this straight. This is not wat I expected.

Standing in front of me was a grinning girl wearing pink all over and by all over I mean all over

Pink heels, pink barret, pink dress, pink tights and literally the name pink tattooed on her wrist.

Pink freaking lenses.

Creepy.

"Uhh Pink?" I took a wild obvious guess.

"Oh migod how did you know darling!" she squeaked in a fake posh voice.

"I mean is it that obvious." She answered herself as she rolled her eyes platterd with fake lashes.

It sorta made her look like those barbie dolls who's eyes rolled over when turned in different directions

She pushed me from the door and made herself at home. She crossed her legs and looked at the apartment with judgy eyes. Her eyes scrutinized every detail and it felt like she could see the imaginary dust.

"Honey as much as it pains me to say this you have really poor taste in decorating. All of this," she said waving her hands around the apartment ",needs a little pink don't you think.." She looked at me as if expecting an answer.

I kept quiet and we stared at each other in awkward silence. Her pink lensed eyes judgemental, mine wanting to scratch the living day lights out of this... this...I couldn't even come up with the right word.

As I opened my mouth to speak the cut me and rambled "Poor poor taste. I mean come on, judging by the way you look ryt now,  I'm afraid I can't say much." She spat.

Whatever wrong did I do to this stranger.

"Well judging by the way you look right now I'm sure you have much experience in that department either." I sassed.

She glared at me.

"Whatever! This apartment simply won't do anyway and you have no manners for a lady like mwa." She said standing up.

"Ta ta darling," She dismissed herself after blowing me a kiss and shouted from the door, "Don't forget more pink equals to more happiness.!" I rolled my eyes at this.

Wat the hell just happened. I asked myself. She didn't even give me a chance to speak.

What has the world come to.

Can't survive witht someone like that. No. She simple wouldn't do.

I slumped down my couch as the hell rang again. Ohh this better be good.

I opened the door and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Standing there wearing only bottoms was an old man with two front teeth missing.

Grinning like a lunatic.

Ever watched mortal combat? He looked like the creepy girl with the razor sharp teeth.

"Hey youngie," he smirked and I cringed. I stood at the door protectively.

"Is heard you was searching for a roommate ey and is was wondering if I could stay here. I wouldn't mind a little sweetening down there by a youngie like you," he more like spat inching his wrinkled hand to my face.

I bet he was a player in his young years.

I quickly moved away and said in the most polite tone I could master.

"I'm sorry sir but you got the wrong adress try next door." I closed the door without waiting for a reply. I leaned against it feeling pretty awful.

Sorry neighbors I sighed feeling disappointed.

I ran to my bed and fell on it hitting my pillow. This was definitely not what I was expecting. It wasn't going so well that l thought of calling it a quits when the door bell rang.

Last time. If this goes badly again the person is leaving this place with no balls. That is if this was a guy.

I hurried to the door only to find out that it was a pink girly girl or a creepy old man but a fudging Greek god.

Say it with me, fudging Greek God.

"Buenos tardes."

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Hey y'all I wanna thank you for taking a chance on reading my book it means a lot.

Stay safe.

M

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