The Roommates

Chapter five - huh

Ryder's point of view-

Huh. He knows morse code. Frankly, I'm surprised. I had to use a cheat sheet.

Ahh.... Finally. A nap. After working all day teaching my art and music classes, I was exhausted. Then, a devilish thought crossed my mind. I was going to get Anastasia back for dumping a pitcher of water over me this morning.

I ran to the kitchen and smuggled out a bottle of canola oil. Twisting open the cap, I used a paper towel or two (read like, a million) to spread it across the tile.

"Anastasia! Run in here can come get these wet sheets! You gotta put them in the dryer, cause I didn't soak them.", I hollered.

"Alright! Gimme a second.", came the garbled reply from the next room.

As she strolled into the room, stuffing marshmallows into her mouth, she fell right into my trap. The marshmallows flew into the air, scattering all about. I smirked, telling her not to prank the prankster.

Later, after I had cleaned up the oil and marshmallows, and she had dried my sheets, we started to make dinner.

As Anastasia tasted the alfredo sauce for the spaghetti, we smelled this horrible burning smell. As I looked around at the very obviously not burned pasta, sauce, bread, and chicken, I smirked.

"That jerk from upstairs who was stomping burned his food!", I crowed.

Anastasia started giggling, which is very unlike her.

"What is it?", I inquired.

She smiled warmly, as if thinking of a nice childhood memory. "Nothing, really. Just the other one, the not stompy one, his shower is right above mine, and we've been singing duets for the past couple days...", she trailed off.

I snorted. "You want to give some spaghetti to Singy and Stompy? They most definitely burned their food."

"Sure!", she chirped in her naturally cheery tone. "Go find a basket, and I'll serve up and write a note."

I nodded in agreement before going off to rummage through the linen closet in search of the perfect basket. By the time I returned, the food was tupperwared and the note was written.

It read-

Hey, neighbors! We smelled your train wreck of a dinner from downstairs, so we figured to give you some of our extra food, so you don't have to eat, like, yogurt or ramen for dinner. Of course, ramen and yogurt are awesome, but they're not dinner food. So here!

-those random chicks from downstairs (aka Ryder and Anastasia❄️)

I wasn't too sure about the snowflake she had doodled, but oh well.

We dashed upstairs and set the basket on their doorstep. Then we did the natural thing. We ding dong ditched them.

A/N

Not much to say, fishes, except thanks for reading! Still need a beta.