Connor is a 20 year old service industry worker. When he loses housing, he's lucky enough to happen upon an ad asking for someone to room for just 100 dollars a month! The only catch is, it's with 6 college guys. But Connor can't afford to be choose...
We got to my apartment door and I tried my old key. Fuckers already changed the lock, not a good sign. I was ready to give up, when Emmit stepped in front of me. He pulled something out of his pocket and messed with the lock for a good long while, until the door just popped open. He shoved his keyring of small tools back into his pocket and I didn't ask questions.
"My mattress is still here." I said flatly. "Did it used to have a bed to go with it?" I couldn't tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic, so I just didn't say anything. "Well," Emmit said as he picked up my twin size mattress and turned it over on its side "Grab the other end and we'll put it in the trailor. We can't have you sleeping on the floor!" I followed his instructions and we hauled the bare mattress out to the trailor. As he pushed it in, I wondered aloud "Does goodwill still stock furniture?" "Don't worry" Said Emmit "We have loads of furniture in the basement, I'm so sure there's a bedframe down there."
The ride home was much the same as the ride there, with Emmit talking about what he thought, and me listening. Despite him dominating the conversation, I don't think he seems like a selfish person. Just self assured, but I guess it's too early to tell.
When we got home and pulled into Emmit's little shed on the property, Bret and that dark haired man came jogging over to us. Emmit nodded and they both happily grabbed the mattress from the trailor and carried it over their heads into the house. I looked at Emmit and he looked back at me. Without a word, he unbuckled swiftly, and with some struggle I unbuckled aswell.
When I went inside, Bret and the man whose name I still hadn't gotten were waiting on me. "You only got your mattress?" Bret asked so sympathetically that I could've cried. I nodded. "It's okay man, we'll help you bring stuff up from the basement. They've got all kinds of stuff down there!" Bret said "It's true!" chimed in the pale man "They found me down there!" I giggled "Oh, this is Carly by the way" Bret said, gesturing towards the other man "Pleasure to meet you." Said Carly. "Pleasure's all mine." I said with a smile. Carly's joke had put me in a suprisingly good mood.
In the basement, I saw many things. Old, dusty toys, clothes, books, photo albums. Someone's whole life was probably stored down here, watching the days go by through the dirty ground level windows. "Here's one!" Called Bret "Oh, well that's not so bad." Carly remarked. I walked over to where they were both standing.
"So we got two options for ya," Bret said as he gestured back and forth. "We got this one, and this one" The first bedframe was the right size, but it had jagged, unsealed wooden slats and nails sticking through places that made little to no sense. The other bed was also the right size, and in better condition, but it was whimsicle and girly, with a white metal daybed headboard and little knobs on each leg.
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