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"No!" I scream when I get what my mom is saying. "Now MaKenzie, he needs a roommate and you guys need to get along." She says with a pleading tone. "Mom we've hated each other since we were 13!" that's the year I moved to Suffolk, England. Where the spawn of Satan himself was raised. Our parents got along great, but us... we hate each other. Always have. Our parents thought we should be best friends, then friends, then finally they lowered they're standards to being in a room without fighting. We couldn't even do that. Now she wants me to stay with him for a couple months while her and my dad go to Peru. They can go to Peru, they can stay in Peru! I'm not staying with Ed! That's exactly what I told her. She sighed a little and said "what would Bennett say?" that shut me up. Bennett was my older brother. His girlfriend of 5 years broke up with him and hooked up with his best friend. He got drunk that night and swerved into the Detroit River. He was 21. That's the reason we moved. Everything in Detroit depressed mom after he died so we packed our bags for Suffolk. Next door to Satan. "Just a couple months. Please?" she pleads and I roll my eyes "fine." I mumble and she thanks me. "Ed was just as hard to convince in case you were wondering! All the arrangements have been made! Most of the stuff you need is already there. Bring your toothbrush and Po." Po is my cat. The only thing me and Ed agree on is how awesome cats are. She drives me to Ed's flat with excited talk. I look out the window and try my hardest to ignore her. When we get there Ed comes to say hi to my mom. When I get into the flat, I put Po down and go into my room. Its quite nice actually. Just an already made bed and a dresser. I flop onto the bed and get under the covers when Ed screams "Get the hell out of my room!" I look around and see that this is a boy's room. "Why are your covers purple?" I ask "None of your dammed business! Get out!" "Nope." I say getting comfortable. He says ok and starts jumping on the bed. I scream and get off, and he laughs. I'm not losing this fight. I run into the room I assume to be mine and play the worst music I can find. He immediately runs into my room and screams "turn that shit off!" I sing along the best I can considering I've never heard this song. A guitar solo comes on and it's really bad. After it's over I look at him and say "he should give you lessons." He rolls his eyes and walks away. After 5 minutes I turn that shit off because it's giving me a headache. I wait 10 more minutes before I decide it's safe to leave. I see him in the kitchen cooking and I smile. "Got used to my music?" I ask "got sick of seeing your face." "Whatever fatty." "Shut up chicken legs." I automatically look down and he laughs. So I do the thing I know he hates most. I grab the orange juice and drink it straight of the container. He grits his teeth and tells me to get a cup. "Shut up, you knockoff Justin Timberlake." I say and he kisses me. We've done this for a long time. When we were 14 our parents made us watch a movie together, one of they're stupid bonding things, and a sex scene came on. We both wanted to try it but hated each other. That's when he said we could just have hate sex. I agreed and we've been doing it since. He picks me up and takes me to his room.
