6 Months

Moving In 0.2

We all arrived at apartment that Cobain and I would be sharing. I have no idea how we are going to afford this place. Why would Cobain even have the money for this? He's like me. Broke. Well, that's what I thought. If he's stolen the money to afford this pace I certainly do not want to go down the drain with him. Stephanie got out the car first and then followed by Dylan. Cobain was sat in the passenger seat. I stayed in the backseat. I know that  Cobain and I are both ashamed to leave the car. I know one thing, it is going to be hell living with him and I am going to get back at Dylan and Steph back for this.

Steph opened my door and stared at me waiting for me to get out, but I didn't move. "You'll have to get out at some point. You can't just stay in here," She sighed and gave me an apologetic look before continuing, "The judge said this was the final choice,"

"And who's fault is that?" I glared up at her. I am on the verge of killing them all. I hate them all right now, well, I've always hated Cobain, but now I hate him more. After a good ten minutes of staying in the car I finally got out. We went inside and went straight to the front desk.

"The new married couple, is it?" The man at the desk joked. He knew exactly why Cobain and I had to live together and he found the whole laughable. Steph burst out laughing. I just glared at her.

Cobain stepped closer to the short man. "Listen pal, if you ever say shit like that again I will personally beat the shit into you," He threatened.

The man cleared his throat and began typing away on his computer. Cobain looked satisfied with himself. Dylan gave him a look of disapproval. "My name is Rob. I will be working two pm to eleven pm so you will be seeing a lot of me. Any problems just contacted me," The man told us.

"They'll be a lot of problems with these two," Dylan said with hint of humor in his voice.

Steph laughed at his joke. I turned around and glared at her again. "These will be your keys," Rob said passing us two sets of keys. "If you lose a set you will have to pay out of your own money to get them replaced," I attached the keys to my own house keys and car keys.

"Thank you very much for your help," Steph spoke up for us.

I picked up my bags and followed everyone towards the elevator. Dylan pressed the button for our floor and we all waited in an awkward silence. Once the doors opened we all walked out and made our way to the end of the corridor. Cobain opened the door because I couldn't be bothered to get my set out of my coat pocket. As soon as he opened the door I sprinted in. "Mine!" I yelled out running into the first bedroom on the right.

"Childish bitch," I heard Cobain say.

"Fuck off!" I yelled back at him.

I threw my stuff onto the bed and walked back out of the room. "This one will be mine," Cobain said walking towards the furthest bedroom. "I want at least a room between me and Violet when I'm sleeping," He said in a huff. 

I walked over to the kitchen as Step dumped her bag on the floor and sat down at the breakfast bar/island. I opened the fridge and found that it was empty. I slammed it shut and stared back at Steph and Dylan annoyed. "You have to get your own food," Dylan told me.

"But that's effort," I complained.

Steph rolled her eyes at me. "Would you like me to go over the rules?" Steph asked.

"Rules?" Cobain and I asked sounding confused. Did he not hear the judge in the court room telling us about the rules we have to obey while leaving with each other.

Steph raised an eyebrow. "Very easy to follow," I rolled my eyes. These rules are going to be the death of me. "You must have a curfew at 10pm. You must not cause too much disturbance for your neighbors. You will be attending a session, almost like a rehabilitation center, to help with your mental health and your alcohol abuses,"