Fix Me

Acadia

So it's taking us way longer than an hour to drive around all of Vancouver, searching for Acadia drive. I am finally just splurging on data to use my GPS.

"Figures it's all the way on the other side of the island!" Tanner grumbles.

It takes us another hour, but we finally find the street. 143 is a small apartment building surrounded by four or five others of the same shape and size.

"Well, this is cute. I hope we have nice neighbours." I smile as we park and get out of the car. We each grab our boxes marked clothes and walk up to the building. I press the small buzzer button labelled 'landlord'.

"Hullo?" A sleepy voice answers.

"We're, erm, we're the new tenants for apartment 5?" Ryan says, trying to be polite, though we're all tired and it's like 6 am.

"Oh, right. OK, c'mon in." The door clicks and we go inside, there's a large lobby with mailboxes and stuff. A man with black hair and a crooked back walks in. "Here's your keys. You've already paid first and last, so just move in whenever. Welcome to the Acadia estate." He mumbles, hobbling away toward the door he came through.

"OK. Let's move in!" I smirk, walking down the hallway to an apartment labelled '5'. I try the key, and the door opens easily. I walk into a small hallway with a closet and turn to the right, where there is a kitchen. It's got all the standard appliances; microwave, stove, refrigerator. Ryan and Tanner walk in behind me, dropping their boxes beside the door.

"OK. Let's go look at the rooms. I'm so glad this place came fully furnished." Ryan sighs, walking to the left where there is a living room and, farther down, three bedrooms and a bathroom.

"I call this one!" I hear Ryan yell. I roll my eyes, it better not be the biggest room. It probably is, knowing her.

"I want this one," Tanner says, walking into the one closest to the bathroom. OK . . . so I guess I'm left with the middle room. I walk down the hall toward it. When I look in, I see why it's for me. On the walls are music notes and a big stand up mirror. The walls are a light blue and the carpet is so soft, like walking on a cloud. The bed has plain white sheets and a giant fuzzy pillow on it.

"Oh my God, you guys! Did you order me my dream room from Ikea?" I set down my box of clothes and turn around to see Ryan and Tanner standing in my doorway, smiling like fools.

"Maybe . . ." they smirk. They know me so well, and I think they just want me to feel better, and forget about Brendon. But how could they afford it?

"Thank you." I smile and flop onto my bed. I'll unpack in a little while, right now I need sleep. Ryan and Tanner do too, so we part ways, promising to meet up later.

I'm woken up by the sound of music above me. Confused, I get out of bed and grab a key, walking out the door. I climb the stairs to the second floor and the music gets louder. I find the apartment it's coming from and knock on the door. The music cuts out and I hear a few voices muttering.

"Hello there." A guy with a Mohawk answers the door.

"Hey, my friends and I just moved in downstairs, and we got here really early this morning. If you wouldn't mind, could you keep it down a little?" I ask, trying to not sound rude.

"Yeah. No problem!" He smiles. I turn to leave but someone comes up behind Mohawk.

"Hey, Mike, who's this?" I look over my shoulder. There's a tall guy with blond hair and blue streaks.

"Oh. I'm Sarah. My friends and I just moved in below you." I smile, turning so we can shake hands. Mike looks offended so I stick my hand out to him as well.

"I'm Josh. I'll let you get back to wherever you were going, but it was nice to meet you." He smiles at me and turns to Mike.

"She and her friends are trying to sleep. We should practice later." Mike tells Josh and walks back into the apartment.

"Sleep? It's 2 pm, why the fuck are you sleeping?" Josh looks at me like I'm on crack, a smirk on his lips. Who does he think he is?

"We drove for almost a whole day yesterday. We have the right to be tired." I scoff, I am already starting to dislike this guy. I turn and walk away before he can come up with anything else to say.