Playing Hard To Get With Mr. Rocker

from the four seasons to the attic

                                                                    michael

 her face went through a triatholothon of expressions shock, confusion, comtemplation, and finally,a smirk with vengful light in her eyes.

"suuuuuure," she said over excitedly her smile widening a bit more. she paused and bit her lip...  what the hell does she have planned? "follow me."

Lila stood and brushed the dust off her pants and arrogantly trotted up the stairs. I followed...even though something told me that I would regret it later. we stopped at the end of the hall. I pointed at the apartment door to the left.

"HAh" she laughed.. "you wish" lila reached he slender arm above her head and yanked the on the cord hanging from the ceiling. the attic door enfolded before me. she climbed up the wooden ladder. and switched.

"well here we are your new humble abode," she said when i peeped my head in the opening. i looked around the room. it was hot,dusty, smelly crowded and lacking a proprer bathroom and bed.

I just looked at  her "You have GoT to be kidding me" i said. she smiled.

"I'm not," Lila replied sweetly her voice chiming like a bell..."you asked for a place to crash... not to live cupcake...is you want a place to sleep... you can lay on that pile of old clothes... just beware of bats up here." she said going back down the ladder. and slamming the door behind her.

"wait... bats?" I called.

no reply... of course

                                                         3 hours later

 I had a crick in my neck from using a very bright yellow skirt as a pillow. the attic door opened and a flashlight shone in my face I rolled over not opening my eyes.

"c'mon numbnuts," a voice said... it wasnt lila's

I rolled back over a girl with very bright pink hair smiled at me with her green eyes all aglow with amusement

"who are you?" I asked groggily propping myself up on my elbows.

"your fairy god mother bibidy bobidy fuckin  boo cinderfella... here," she said entending her hand to meand pulled me to my feet.

you can sleep on my couch. i followed her to the apartment i at first assumed was mine.

" I have one rule, "she whispered flicking off her flash light... dont steal any thing I nodded and curled up on the battered couch with its lumpy cushions and pillows... well at least its not a pile of hand me downs