Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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They're apartment wasn't far away from mine, just a ten-minute walk down some alleys. It was similar to my complex; however, all their windows were intact. Maggie and Walter walked together, with me trailing along behind them, trying my best not to be spotted by anyone. Maggie made a few snide comments about me under her breath, but I pretended like I didn't hear them in case she refused me entry in her apartment.

The elevator ride up to the fifth floor was an awkward one. Maggie and Walter leaned against the glass which forced me to stand in front of them. They stood behind me, whispering something. I tried my best to eavesdrop, but the elevator made a loud whirring noise which made it impossible to hear anything.

Their actual apartment was... nice. Very cluttered with beer bottles and road signs which they stole. However, it was nicer than mine. No weird stains or tears. No cobwebs or stained couches. Walter was willing to let me investigate their home further, but Maggie put a stop to it and steered me in the direction of the bathroom. She practically shoved me inside and slammed the door behind her. I listened as her footsteps disappeared and she turned the TV on. I couldn't make out what channel it was, but I doubted they were watching it... they were probably talking about me.

I looked around the bathroom. It was small and just as cluttered as the rest of the apartment. The sink was covered with short hairs and white toothpaste. A small cup with four toothbrushes sat on the side of the sink, along with an electric razor. The mirror that hung above the sink was cracked in several corners and had a few lipstick marks that hadn't been wiped off properly in the middle. I laughed at the thought of Maggie kissing her reflection. There was nothing special under the sink, just an obscene amount of bleach and at least three boxes of condoms. At the back of the cupboard, was an abandoned box of blonde hair dye. I picked it up and it seemed half full, I checked the date at the back and found it expired last year. I put it back shortly after.

The toilet was surprisingly clean, but the seat was left up. Above the toilet, I noticed a note taped to the white tile that said, 'put the seat down you tosser'. This made me smile.

There was a purple bathmat beneath me which I doubted had ever been dried due to the squelching noise it made when I stepped on it. I cringed and pressed my back up against the door again.

Next to the bathtub, was a radiator with one towel hung on it. It was an off shade of white with a flower embroidered on the corner. I jumped over the bathmat and ran my hand over it. I tried to figure out who's it was, but I wasn't sure. I looked around the bathroom again for another towel I could use, however, there was nothing.

I sighed at the thought of going back out, but I had to. Once again, I jumped over the bathmat and opened the bathroom door. I heard Maggie shouting which made me curl into myself a bit. She didn't like me, and I knew why.

I pushed on and poked my head around the corner. Maggie was stood in the middle of the living room, her back turned to me. Walter was stood in front with his hands on his hips and an outraged look on his face.

"h-Hi?" I said hesitantly. Maggie spun around to look at me and crossed her arms over her chest. "I need a towel."

"There's one in there." Maggie said, waving her hand at me and turning back around. Walter scoffed and took a step towards me, despite Maggie grabbing his shoulder.

"Im not gonna do anything." He mumbled. I gave him a forced confused smile and he placed his hand on my lower back, steering me back towards the bathroom. "Sorry about her... really. I thought she would be civil when we got back home but..."

"Its fine. I've... infiltrated your home to run up your water bill... you're spending more money on me, she's right to be pissed." He scoffed again.

"It's my money, I spend it however I want to. She's just.... I can't be mad at her for this."