Journey into the weird

All or Nothing

note: so have you seen the tumblr post about the asexual and the pansexual? this is that so knock yourself out.

"Wow seriously? No that's cool I get it. I'm standing here at this busted up bus stop and you decided to be an asshole. Not cool dude, not cool."

Let it be put on the record that rain sucks. Actually no not just rain, weather in general sucks. When someone decides to go out for their twenty fifth birthday, there's a blizzard warning. When someone gets dumped and kicked to the curb just because they won't put out for their bastard boyfriend, it's bright, sunny, and kids are playing in the snow while Alison wallows in the irony. And then to top it all, as soon as she decide to move on with her life and get a new place, it starts to rain and she loses one of her bags at the check in! Well that last part wasn't really the weathers fault but as the now thoroughly depressed woman stepped onto the bus she decided to blame it on the weather anyway.

As she slumped into a seat in the back of the bus she tucked her bags underneath the seat and pulled out the envelope containing her new life. Letting her fingers brush against the soft seats as she read over the information inside one more time.

'Dear miss Enenge, (or should I call you Alison. Is it alright if I call you Alison?)

Thank you for contacting me about the roommate offer. As you can probably tell from the photos my apartment is way too big for just me and thus all of the five people I know have talked me into trying to find a roommate to 'share the price tag' with. So thanks for this, I looked up the bus schedule by where you said your town was and it says there's a bus coming straight here from the airport on Monday. You said you wanted to be out of town as soon as possible so I decided to send a ticket. I also put an extra key to the apartment in here along with a map of the town. If I'm not home when you get here feel free to come inside and start sorting stuff out.

See you soon. -Thomas Wilson.'

Well he wasn't wrong about the bus apparently, but it was a long ride. As she dented her hair with a pair of headphones, the woman sitting in the back of the dimly lit bus found herself wondering about the her roommate to be. It was quite the daring thing for her to do wasn't it?

'Maybe he'll look like Sherlock Holmes and I'll become the next John Watson. He didn't seem that freaked out about rooming with a girl either. And what kind of a place is Hell anyway? Curiouser and curiouser...' well it was too late to back out now. Besides, Alison's mother had always said not to get into a car with strange men, but she had said nothing about moving in with one.

It was quickly becoming apparent to Alison that Hell, Las Vegas was not as horrible as it sounded. As she sat in the small looking café that had seemed like a quiet place to think. That outward appearance had lied to her though since the place was buzzing with life, life and an excessive amount of flirting. If the conversations around her were anything to go by. Well at least a waiter was finally walking over.

"Hello and welcome to the closet café. My names Thomas and what can I get for you?"

"Uhm id like a... wait, Thomas? Thomas Wilson?"

The waiter in front of her stiffened and pointed the pen at her in a way that was supposed to be threatening. Emphasis on supposed to.

"Oh no. now listen here I told cherry that I wouldn't be working at the corkscrew on Thursday and if she sent you over here to drag me into drag it's not going to happen!"

Alison almost wanted to go along with whatever he was talking about just to know what he meant by 'dragged into drag' but the poor guy looked flustered enough already.

"Nope. While that sounds like fun I'm definitely not here to drag you anywhere but a car so I can get to our apartment. Alison Enenge, from the emails?"

After a few minutes of explaining, (explaining to Thomas's boss, explaining to Alison, basically lots of serious stuff.) the two new roommates were sitting in Thomas's bright red punch buggy car with the wind flowing through their hair as Thomas explained all about the neighbors and the town as a whole. But considering herself a pretty social person, the brunette sitting shotgun decided the information wasn't needed as she took the time to examine her new friend a bit closer. Out of the long list she had made of potential roommate types Thomas seemed to fit into very few categories. If the brunette was to judge by looks alone, which she would have to for now, then she'd say that the combination of his thick mop of red hair and the way he used his free hand to emphasize every word he said as a pair of comically big glasses slipped down his nose made him appear to be a loud, huggable person. But the way he slouched over the wheel and looked at the streets with dark, tired, green eyes, mixed together with the fact that the skinny as a stick driver seemed to be unknowingly leaning away from her made him out to be a much less sociable person. So basically Alison had no clue what would happen next. Which was awesome since that was exactly what she needed right now. As they turned into the garage of one of the many bright feeling buildings Thomas looked at her with a warm, small smile and yep. She didn't care if it was as a friend or as a cuddle buddy but she was definitely keeping this one.

"There's a ramp we can take to the elevator if you want."

"No thanks, I got this. Now if I could just..."

"Holy shit Alison!"

Thomas had made the decision that his new roommate was insane. This decision had been made the moment that they stepped out of the car she had pulled out the case that had to be at least an inch away from being taller than its owner was, and tried to pull it up the stairs.

"You ok dude?"

And now they were both buried underneath the suitcases contents. Great.

Thomas looked up at the outstretched hand before him, if he was going to be assaulted by clothes he wasn't going down alone. And with that thought, he pulled.

When Alison laughed as she fell, making sure to land on her new friend and hug him to death as revenge. Which wasn't very hard considering the fact that they were also being squished to death by the giant polka dotted case.

"Alison get up I think there's a rock in my spine."

Thomas gave the most intimidating stare he could muster, and then realized he was trapped under god knows how many clothes and being hugged by a complete stranger if he didn't count the numerous emails they had exchanged.

So there they lay, Alison and Thomas officially roommates, and considered unofficially crazy by the security guard who turned on the cameras to see two grown adults lying in a pile of clothes laughing their asses off in his lobby.