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#002

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

august 3rd, 2005

"IF YOU KEEP LOOKING AT ME—"

— "like that, i'm gonna have to do somethin' about it," you smile at your very cute boyfriend from above as you straddle him, your wet hair dripping down onto him. you'd just gotten out of the shower, finally able to shower in the comfort of no eyes, and in your own home. your arms are on either side of his head, faces only inches apart.

"oh yeah? and what are you going to do?" he asks condescendingly, looking at you with lust pooling out of his eyes. he wished he could flip the two of you over, putting himself on top, and do as he wished. however, he knew that would not go over well.

"nothing! she is going to do nothing because i am inside of this apartment!" your brother shouts from his bedroom. he'd gotten home about ten minutes ago, as he'd gone to get his hair cut.

"man, it's been so long, i forgot i live in a shithole," you say, as all the terrible parts of the cheap apartment you live in come back.

it was nice looking on the inside, you argued that your room looked the best whilst your brothers looked the worst. often, the apartment was messy, mainly due to the sheer amount of teenagers (most of whom were male) that came and went as they pleased. it wasn't dirty, you'd thoroughly scrubbed it when you found one too many needles in the cupboards. there were often dishes in the sink, and there were stray shoes, that lay in the entryway, along with a pile of loose clothing articles that had wound up in your kitchen or living room. the tables and counters had things on them, but for the most part, it looked fine.

"it's not really a shithole, it looks pretty nice," Mikey says, looking around the room.

"the rent is like 25,000 yen.. our left neighbor is literally a hit man, who has offered his services, and the right one is a registered sex offender," you say, "and i'm sure he'd love to give me his services."

it was definitely a shithole though. the entire apartment had a lingering smell of marijuana and cigarettes that had been there when you moved in, and only got worse with time from your brother and yourself. there were stains along the once-white counters from liquids being left without being wiped up for too long. your least favorite part was that there are a total of six cabinet doors. there are supposed to be eleven. though there was no one to blame but yourself for that, as you'd slammed the majority of them off of their hinge. the entire place had sticky tile, that often shifted if you walked the wrong way. but you didn't really mind, you could just kick it a few times and it would go back into place. the bathroom had been redone before you moved in, so that was nice. however, both Aito and your least favorite was the paper-thin walls. they left very little the the imagination of what was happening in the other rooms.

"why don't i give you my services," he says, looking into your eyes. that familiar mischievous look. he spoke in such a sultry tone, that it made your face feel hot. you hadn't been able to touch your boyfriend in nearly a year, and you missed him so dearly.

"i hate you so much," you laugh at the unfunny joke he had attempted to make, "but if you want to," you began softly kissing his jaw, your hands pushing the white wife beater he had on up his torso.

"i swear to mother fucking god, i don't need Mikey's fuck ass being your how many times now.. THREE-time false alarm baby daddy!" your brother continued. you cringed at your beloved being called your "false alarm" baby daddy, as you'd told him repeatedly that is not what happened.