My Empath

Chapter 9

Tate's P.O.V

Saturday morning, Mila and I had a date with a realtor. We're apartment hunting, not only cause we want to leave Cole, Sam, Jake and Corey alone and at peace. But cause we want to move out of that fucking hole we've been in since birth.

We couldn't take Noah with us cause, he's very chill for a nine year old, but weekends are the only days in which he sleeps in. So we left him at Colby's, where he'd be completely fine. He's already friends with all of them.

We were currently standing in the middle of an apartment with Alissa, our realtor and Mrs. Langoni, the landlord of the building we were checking out.

"..We do allow pets of any kind, as long as you keep the place clean" Mrs. Langoni told us as we stood in the livingroom/kitchen area

"Good cause we have a 9 year old brother, which is basically a large dog" I joked, turning to look at Mila, who was oddly quiet.

As I turned to her, I realized we were dressed almost the same. She was wearing skinny, black, ripped jeans, high top vans and a purple sweater that I know actually belongs to Cole. I was wearing black cargos, white converse and a purple zip-up hoodie. If these women had any suspicions that we were a couple, I think our matching outfits gave away the fact that were twins.

Although we do look exactly the same, the only exception being Mila's scars, tho that could be solved by a tiny bike accident.

"What about the neighbors?" Mila asked, stepping forward and putting her phone back into her pocket.

"Well, upstairs you have Mrs. Kinkle, she's a widow. Very nice woman. And down stairs you have the Warren, lovely young couple, they have a four year old girl" Mrs. Langoni told her "and the apartment right across is empty for now, but I assure you everyone in here is nice" she smiled at my sister

"So..what do we think?" Alissa asked us

"Uhm...." I turned back to my sister

"Just a second" Mila told both women, lifting a finger and waving me over with her other hand.

"What is it?" I asked as we stepped away from them

"It only has three bedrooms" she said with a scrunched face

"And how is that a problem?" I asked confused

"We're four" she said as if it were obvious

"Grandma said she'd stay with Lisa" I reminded her "It's great, we have the money for this one" I told her

"Yeah, I know. But what if she wants to visit. We're not making her sleep on the couch" she argued

"We're not, one of us can sleep on the couch" I said with a laugh

"I'm just saying, it would be nice to have a room for each of us and a guest room. Just in case" she said, trying to convince me

"Mila...." I whined quietly

"If we have the money for a three bedroom apartment, we have the money for a four bedroom one" she told me

"Ya think?" I asked with a raised eyebrow

"Dude, you have like five jobs and I've been saving half of my paychecks for three years now. If we need a couple extra bucks we'll find a way to get them" she said confidently "I want a nice place to live in, Tate" she shot me a sad face

Mila's conviction power was better than she was even aware of and it wasn't fair at all, but this time she was right. We deserve a nice place, and we can afford one more bedroom.