Rockstar Roommate

~Part Five~

The next day dawned with a sense of cautious optimism. Despite the rocky start, I was determined to make the best of my time in Los Angeles. The city held so much promise, and I wasn't going to let a mix-up ruin it.

I got up early, eager to start exploring and maybe even get a head start on some of the research for my internship. As I made my way to the kitchen, I noticed Noah's bedroom door was still closed. Hopefully, he'd be gone before I returned.

After grabbing a quick breakfast, I headed out, immersing myself in the vibrant streets of L.A. The energy was infectious, and for a few hours, I managed to forget about the awkward situation back at the apartment. I visited a few local coffee shops, scoped out potential routes to my internship, and even treated myself to a bit of shopping.

By the time I returned to the apartment, it was late afternoon. I walked in to find the place quiet, which was a relief. Maybe Noah had gone out for the day too. I decided to take advantage of the solitude and settled on the couch with a book.

Hours passed, and I was beginning to feel hopeful that Noah might not come back until much later. But as evening approached, the door to the apartment opened, and in walked Noah, followed closely by a girl. My heart sank.

He barely acknowledged me as they disappeared into his bedroom. I tried to focus on my book, but it was hard to ignore the giggles and hushed voices coming from the other room. My frustration grew with each passing minute. This was supposed to be my sanctuary, not a front-row seat to Noah's playboy antics.

As the night wore on, the sounds from Noah's room became harder to ignore. The thin walls did little to muffle the noises, and I could hear everything—every laugh, every moan. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. This was beyond disrespectful.

I turned up the volume on the TV, hoping to drown out the sounds, but it was futile. My irritation reached its peak, and I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a pillow and blanket and stormed out to the balcony, hoping the fresh air would help calm me down.

I stayed out there for what felt like hours, letting the cool breeze soothe my frayed nerves. By the time I went back inside, the apartment was quiet again. I carefully set up my makeshift bed on the couch, determined to get some sleep despite everything.

The next morning, I woke up feeling groggy and irritable. I barely slept, and the frustration from the night before was still simmering beneath the surface. I needed to confront Noah, but I didn't want to make things worse by losing my temper.

As I was getting ready for the day, Noah emerged from his room, looking surprisingly chipper. He glanced at me and smirked. "Morning. Sleep well?"

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my voice steady. "Not really. Your little escapade kept me up most of the night."

Noah shrugged, unfazed. "Sorry about that. Didn't realize the walls were so thin."

I stared at him in disbelief. "That's it? You didn't realize? Maybe you should be a bit more considerate."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Considerate? In case you forgot, this wasn't my fault. We're stuck here because of a mix-up. I'm just trying to make the best of it."

"You could at least try to be respectful," I snapped. "This is a shared space, and you're not the only one here."

Noah's expression turned serious. "Look, I get it. This situation sucks for both of us. But I'm not going to apologize for living my life. You're just going to have to deal with it."

I was at a loss for words. The audacity of this guy was unbelievable. Without another word, I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. I needed to get out of there before I said something I'd regret.

As I left the apartment, I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to survive the next few weeks with Noah. The city of dreams was starting to feel like a nightmare, and I didn't know how much more I could take.