Laney's Point Of View;
“He's not here yet.” I whined to my mom on the phone clenching my jaw. “Mom, I've been waiting for two hours now. It's cold, the floor is dirty and I’m hungry!” I whispered/yelled, getting really annoyed because of the situation.
“Honey, the apartment is perfect––” Before my mom could continue, I heard footsteps climbing the stairs. I quickly stood up and brushed the dirt off my shorts, I've been sitting on the dusty floor for hours.
The footsteps approached and a guy appeared in front of me. He was holding a little baby girl in one arm while the other was holding a bunch of grocery store bags. He was holding the keys in his mouth and the moment he noticed me, his face scrunched in confusion.
“Who are you?” He said, kinda snappy with the key still in between his lips.
“I'm Laney, my mom was with you a few days ago and she paid the rent?” His attention was on the little girl in his arm that started moving and her little chubby hand held his ear, resulting in him trying to get her to stop and while doing so, one of the bags fell and I heard some made of glass break. The girl started crying because of the noise.
“Oh yeah.” He groaned, his eyes moving between the floor and I. “Sorry.” He apologized, looking like he was about to drop the baby. Instead, I watched as the rest of the brown grocery bags dropped on the floor and everything scattered around the floor.
“It's Justin.” He introduced, walking to the door of the apartment. He opened it using the key and pushed the door open with his leg. He took a few steps back to make me go inside before him. “It's messy, I wasn't able to clean anything.” He stated after stepping inside.
The front door of the apartment led to the living room, it was small but it looked well decorated. A beige sectional sofa was placed with a black coffee table in front. A LCD TV screen was hanging on the wall with a fireplace underneath. I could see baby toys all over the floor and sofa, baby bottles everywhere and what looked like his own clothes.
“That's your room.” Justin's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, making me turn around and see where he is. He was pointing to a room with the door open. I walked to him and stepped inside the room that was supposed to be mine.
“It's beautiful.” I commented, looking at the nicely made bed. The room looked like it hasn't been touched in ages, everything was in their places. The view from the window was beautiful as well.
I turned to Justin, who was yawning loudly at the moment. “Where is the restroom?” I questioned, wanting to see it as well. Justin pointed to a door and I saw him exit the room, the little girl in his arms was calm.
I checked the bathroom, it looked untouched too. It was clean though, the mirror still had a plastic transparent cover. I wondered how come the bedroom and bathroom were untouched? I dragged the suitcase to my room and just set it on the floor. I was too exhausted to do anything. Changing to a sweat pants and a short sleeved shirt, I walked out of the bedroom still having a weird feeling inside.
It was my first time sharing the same apartment with someone, but my mom suggested it since she was moving in with her boyfriend and my dad remarried and I can't stay with any of them. My older sister was in college, she was living in a dorm. My mom did a few researches and found this apartment that belonged to Justin, she fell in love with the baby and told me the apartment was perfect and he was a polite guy.
“Is she your sister?” I questioned the moment I spotted Justin in the living room with the baby on the floor on a blanket. She was just rolling around while Justin sat with a red wine glass in his hand.
Justin shook his head. “You think I would let my parents to force me to live with a baby sister?” He raised a brow, I was startled by his attitude.
“Sorry.” I apologized, not knowing what else to say.
“She's my daughter.” He stated, placing the now-empty glass on the table. “Her name is Cara, 8 months and teething. If you want to keep all your 10 fingers, you better not come closer to her.” Justin said with a monotone.
I exhaled loudly, polite? He wasn't polite at all, he was acting rude and careless and just gave me a bad vibe. I lowered myself to the blanket next to his baby girl and sat with my legs crossed. I heard Justin sigh, I watched as he stood up and stormed to the other room that was across from mine.
I let out a sigh of relaxation, he made me tense. I looked back at Cara, she was a beautiful little girl. She was on her stomach kicking her legs. I grabbed her and cradled her in my arms, she was a chubby baby.
“Hello.” I said in a baby voice, tickling her nose. “Who's a cutie bear?” She stared at me with her big blue eyes, she was so adorable.
My head shot to the right––where the kitchen was––when I heard the sound of glass breaking again. I heard a loud 'fuck' and heavy footsteps. Justin jumped on the couch after appearing out of nowhere with an angry expression on his face.
Polite, eh?
