The fighting club

Green shards of glass part 3

As surprising as it may seem, I am in fact, not dead!!

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Green has never felt greater joy in his life as the day his fathers allowed him to move out.

No such happiness ever came closer, Green was on the moon.

Oh so much happiness his heart could barely hold it all.

— Oh this place is shit. — He said the moment he stepped inside of the tiny apartment.

— What did you expect? A manor? — Celadon asked, rolling his eyes. — I told you we didn't have much money to spare, Green. This is the best we could do in such short notice.

— Yeah well.. I kinda just lost interest... — Green mumbled, staring at the fairly empty apartment.

The place was a dump, at least in Green’s opinion. A small, two bedrooms, one bathroom apartment with a small living room and a kitchen. Nothing exactly fancy.

Of course, Green was not expecting a giant mansion just for himself, but the idea of living in that place was somehow, not what he expected.

— Wait.. is this a place for FOUR people?! — Green groaned as he walked into one of the bedrooms, staring at the old bunk beds that had been left behind by the previous owners. — You gotta be kidding me…

— Stop being an entitled brat. — Moss said angrily, crossing his arms. — It's bigger than the place I had when I was your age.

Green had to reply to that, simply because it was true.

His dad whined over and over again about his awful poor childhood and how he pulled himself by the bootstraps for years.

For the sake of his own ears, Green decided to not try argumenting with that.

The decency of bringing Green's things to the apartment was a bonus, Celadon wanted to make sure his son had everything he needed to start, at least the best he could.

A stove, a fridge, a working shower and his mattress. That's all he needed.

— You guys are really gonna just dump me here? — Green sighed, placing the very last box in the middle of the living room. ─ Is this your way of punishing me for wanting to leave?

— Oh don't act like this wasn't your idea, Green. — Celadon said with a frustrated sigh. — You wanted to be a grown up, and now you get to live like one, congratulations.

— I know I just didn't expect to live in a shitty place..

─ And what did you expect? You never lived alone, you don’t have a job and as far as I know, you haven’t started crapping money. You want us to waste money on you so bad, then you’re going to accept what you get and shut the hell up. ─ Celadon finally snapped, turning to his son with an angry scowl.

─ I said I'm getting a job, dad…  Green sighed, staring at his father who simply shook his head and went back to stacking boxes at the doorway.

Seafoam, who came along for the ride and had helped with exactly one box of small items, rushed over to hug her brother's legs. — Are you still going to teach me how to play the guitar?

Green paused his spoiled routine to crouch down to his sister's height. — Of course, I did promise you I would.. And you better get better than me at it.

─I promise, so i can kick your butt when you come to visit!

─ That’s the spirit. ─ Green grinned, giving his sister a high five.

The first night was not as bad as Green expected it to be. He unpacked and placed every single item in the place he wanted it to go.

Every single book in alphabetic order makes a perfect line on the shelf.

It filled Green’s heart with a joy he only felt when aggressively cleaning the windows before.

And in the subject of cleaning, Green had never cleaned so much before in his entire life. He scrubbed the floors, the windows, polished everything, swept, and organized every single item he could unpack before flopping in his bed with a tired huff.

His hands were grimy from the process but he was way too tired to care about washing himself.

Instead, he grabbed his phone and placed an ad for the apartment. He was going to need roommates after all.

— This better fucking work… — Green sighed, dropping his phone on the nightstand before just closing his eyes, he didn't care about being comfy anymore.

Something he did regret when he woke up the next morning with his back hurting like hell.

When someone knocked on the door.