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WEDNESDAY AUGUST 29. When Y/n thought about how she knew she'd regret letting Victoria's boyfriend crash with them, she was a hundred percent correct. Only two weeks had gone by since that day. Two weeks. Fifteen days he's been living with his girlfriend and her friend and it was already so bad. Y/n at least thought he'd give it a month or two before he started to get too comfortable.
Within those fifteen days alone, the apartment had been in the worst condition it's ever been in since around a year ago when she and Victoria got the place. Vincent never threw away his trash or put his dishes in the sink, and the three or four times he did, he never washed them, nor has he once helped with housework.
'He's just going through a tough time right now' or 'Cut him some slack', Victoria would say. A grown ass man living like this isn't something one would expect, even worse in someone else's home. The guy was damn near thirty years old. At this point, Y/n was more than ready to move herself out.
For today, Y/n's plans consisted of staying inside and catching up on a show she liked to watch, but no. All she could hear was Vinnie's loud mouth in the living room and the sound of something shattering in the kitchen. She also heard other voices meaning Vinnie was not alone. Who the hell did he have in their apartment right now?
