Destined Error

Living with a perv

I excitedly got out of my cab. Today is finally the day. The day I move to my own apartment! I know, exciting right?

Taking a deep breath, I stepped on the two flights of stairs. I settled my hand on the knob.

I can not wait. It took gazillion times of begging before my parents FINALLY allowed me to move out.

Yes, its not normal for a high school teenager to live by her own, but hey, that's what it's all about.

I feel like I'm living my own TV drama. As if. That would never happen. Not now, not ever.

But it's not impossible for me to get a prince charming. Just imagine. A British accent. Beautiful, hypnotic eyes. A girl can hope right?

I smile and giggle at my own thoughts.

I squeezed my eyes shut and turn the firm knob, I finally entered the house of my dreams.

The door creaked open. I could hear a fan going.

Shoot.

Who's there? Is it a ghost?

Peeking an eye open, I can see a tint of pitch black. It was a bit blurry, considering that my eye was only open a milimilimeter wide.

The first thought that crossed my mind was a white lady.

Crap.

"AAAAAHHHHH! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I DIDN'T KNOW A SPIRIT LIVED IN HERE! PLEASE! I COME IN PEACE!" I immediately scream for mercy, covering my head.

Oh gosh. Please no. Please don't let me die universe. What have I done wrong? Tell me and I'll fix it. Tell me. TELL ME.

I mentally shouted at the universe.

"Huh? What spirit?" A velvety voice answered.

I felt my heart skip a beat. Thats strange. I thought spirits had scary voices, echoey voices . Maybe they had human voices after all. But-

"Open your eyelids. They say I'm a sight for sore eyes." He said in a more relax and sexy tone.

I open my eyes in confusion. It wasn't a ghost standing in front of me. It was a guy. A really HOT guy.

He had messy golden blonde hair and crimson red eyes. He was perfect! Nope. It can't be. Just my imagination.

I rubbed my eyes again. He should be out right now. I blink, in little hope he's still there.

He raised a brow at me. Oh my gash!

"Now, why are you here?" He crossed his arms over his chest. He had a full on six pack.

"What do you mean why am I here? Thats my line!" I retorted. I'm pretty sure he's human. They said spirits used an old language. Plus, I'd doubt a dead person could still look that handsome over the years. I mean, they we're about to die! How the hell could they still get to the gym?

At that realization, I calm myself down. He's human. He's human. I chant over and over again in my head.

"Yeah sure. If you haven't noticed, I LIVE HERE!" He screamed out, flailing his perfectly sculpted, muscled arms in the air. He looked like a Greek god more than any human could.

I began to feel confused. He lived here?

"This apartment is 2B Venchi Houses right?" I raise an eyebrow. Shiz. Is this the right apartment?

"Why you're right. Now if you would kindly leave before I call the landlord." He pointed to the door, his voice acerbic.

I raised a brow. Rude much? No matter how hot, what? No, I mean, uhm, how something he, yup! Thats it! He's something! No matter how, 'something' he is, I ain't giving up my apartment.