ROOM 93 ☇ Clifford

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"Michael get the fuck up its 12 in the afternoon, and you know my girlfriend is coming over!" Ashton screamed into my ear.
"damn Ashton what the fuck you didn't have to yell in my ear!" i said, holding my right ear because it was currently throbbing.
"im surprised you're not used to loud noises since your always at a fucking frat party!!" Ashton said, "all that loud music and shit."
I rolled my eyes.
I went up stairs and got my self dressed.
black t-shirt.
leather jacket.
ripped skinny jeans.
black high top converse.
black snapback.
& I was out the door.
as you can see.
I live in apartment room 92.
I have lived here for about 4 years and never talked to the girl in room 93.
we've probably said hi every now and then but, not really a conversation.
I always hear screaming and glass breaking over there so im going to go talk to her.
knocks.
"hello? it's your neighbor Michael, I mean no harm I just want to talk."
I wait a couple of seconds until the door opens.
"hello." she says quietly, in a high pitched voice.
"hi there. I'm Michael. I just wanted to talk to somebody because, I have no one right now." I explained.
"oh, well Im Aubrey."
she looks like she doesn't really brush her hair, and she doesn't wash her clothes but that what makes her stunning.
she was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans that rolled up at the bottom.
she invited me in and cautioned me about the plastic smell.
I didn't mind.
I mean it was clean it just had a weird smell.
we had a normal conversation over tea and just talked about our favorite colors and bands.
it's really awesome how she listens to bands like me, we have a lot in common.