A week ago I posted an ad asking for a roommate. Trying to afford a two bedroom, which was all I could find at a low price, just isn't working for me and my bakery salary. A person named Wesley replied to me and said they'd like to move in, they were kind of desperate. Me being the push over I am I told them they could move in whenever they are ready. Today is the day they were moving in.
As I walked around my apartment making sure everything was cleaned and perfect I couldn't help but think how crazy this is. What if the person is a weird old dude who'll creep on me all the time? Or a person that wants to hurt me for they're own sick enjoyment? I took a deep breath and tried to ease my anxiety. I will be fine. I've taken self defense classes. Plus I have enough book shelves with books to throw if I needed.
My apartment wasn't small, I'd say it was medium. When you first come into the door you are in the hallway with two doors in the hallway on either side. The left one is a closet which is filled with coats and old thing's I had in the spare bedroom. The other is a bathroom with a stand-up shower. At the end of the hall is the kitchen and living room, separated with black beads with purple sparkles, creating a 'hallway' to the stairs.
The living room has a black couch that wrapped around my coffee table halfway, four out of the six seats recline, and there's little compartment in between every two seats, and the armrests are also compartments. Behind the couch on one wall was two book shelves filled with books and notebooks. on the other wall was a big window overlooking the city with a seat filled with pillows. Next to the window was my desk with my desktop computer. In front of the couch was the big entertainment center with my t.v and XBOX ONE, with more books on it. And my fireplace that I use almost every night. The building gives you free wood every week.
The kitchen is probably one of my favorite rooms in the house. There is so much cabinet space, but they're never filled, but who doesn't love having a lot of cabinets? A double oven that can make enough food for me for a week. A sink deep enough to wash a full grown medium dog comfortably. A double door fridge and pull out freezer. A microwave above the open counter. In the middle of my kitchen is my island. There's drawers all along the sides of it and my stove top in the corner closest to the sink. It also doubles as my dining area at the opposite end of the stove with four tall chairs. On the empty wall are two doors that lead to pantries.
At the top of the stairs is a fourteen foot hallway with a window at the end and a love seat under it. On either side of the hallway was built in book shelves filled with more of my books and papers. Through the right door is my room, through the left is my new roommates new room. We both have bathrooms in our rooms but mine has a bigger jacuzzi tub.
I paused for a minute and looked at myself in my mirror. My long purple dyed hair came down to my bust in waves, but was up in a messy pony tail. My mascara and eyeliner covered brown eyes shielded by my black rimmed 'nerd' glasses. Freckles scattered around my face, two on my lips at opposite ends on opposite lips. My body wasn't something I was completely proud of. To be honest I didn't like it at all. My arms felt thin but jiggle when I mix something or wave or make a hand gesture. My breast's are a size 36 DD, but they aren't as perky as the other girl's my age. My stomach is smaller now that I haven't had the money to buy food but there was still a good handful towards the bottom of it. My thigh's make noise when I walk. My bum is what my mom would call a 'bubble butt' and I think it's the only thing on me that isn't totally gross. One of my biggest insecurities is my stretchmarks, they're literally every where. Everyone always say's that looks aren't everything, but theses days that's all I can focus on.
Today I decided to dress a little comfortable, it's September and a little chilly out. My shirt was a loose fitting gray and black long sleeve. Black leggings were my first and only choice for today. I also had on my knee high white socks.
The door bell rang and I panicked for a second. I remembered to breathe and made my way back downstairs. As I walked to the door I could feel my anxiety spiking along with my heart rate. I looked out the peep hole to see what looked like a tall male with a hood on. I hesitated but then opened the door. My eyes met a pair of piercing blue eyes that made me forget everything around me. "Hello." I managed to whisper. The beautiful stranger smirked a little and held out his hand. I had to look up to actually make eye contact. "Hey, I'm Wesley." He said with the most amazing voice I have ever heard.
"I'm Lilly." I said to him and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm going to have some of my friend's bring up my stuff with me, is that okay?" he asked with a sweet tone. I nodded my head, "Of course, your room is up the stairs on the left, I'll be in the kitchen making dinner. Do you like chicken?" I asked as I walked towards the kitchen. "Yeah chicken is great!" He said enthusiastically. "Awesome!"
As I prepared dinner I kept sneaking glances at Wesley bringing up his things. He was so handsome and I knew it was going to kill me. His hair was kinda long, dark brown, with a slight curl at the end. His body was lean and muscular and covered in tattoos. Tattoos are my weakness. Ugh this boy, I thought to myself.
Fifteen minutes left on dinner and he came into the kitchen holding a black cat. "I wasn't sure if I could bring him-" Wesley started to say but I cut him off and ran over to him taking the cat out of his hands. "Careful he is kind of a dick to anyone but me." He said but looked confused when I had the cat in my arms holding it like a baby. His paws are wrapped around my arm as I scratch his chin. "He seems harmless to me." I said with a smile. Wesley just looked at me with curiosity and a huge smile. "His name is Ziggy." He finally said. "
"So what's for dinner?" He asked. "Baked Chicken legs, mashed potatoes, and broccoli." I said still petting Ziggy.
"Cool, need any help?" He asked as he leaned his arms on the counter. I looked up at him and smiled a small smile, no one has asked to help with dinner in a long time. "No it's fine Wesley, all I have left is to set the table and serve." I told him.
"Lilly, let me set the table, I'm going to have to learn where everything is somehow." He said with a warm smile. "Okay." I said smiling at the sound of his voice saying my name. It's weird how much we are both smiling. It's like he knows something I don't, and I'm just smiling because he's a God.
After dinner was all done cooking, we served ourselves and sat in the two middle seats next to each other.
"So, have you lived in the city your whole life?" He asked as he took a bite of his chicken, moaning a little as he closed his eyes.
"Is it good?" I asked laughing taking a sip of my Mike's Hard Lemonade. He nodded and I took that as he still wanted me to answer his question. "No I just moved out here a few months ago, you?" I replied.
"Let's see I moved here when I was nineteen, I'm twenty-two now, so about three years." He said, "Why did you move out here? Just curious, you don't have to share if you don't want to."
"Putting it simply, I wanted to get away from my hometown." I said taking another sip, "You?"
"My friend Pat opened up a tattoo shop, right around here actually, and asked if I would go halves on the business with him. I didn't really have anything going for me so I said yes." Wesley replied. His eyes looked kind of sad when he mentioned he had nothing going for him, but I didn't want to make things awkward so I left it alone.
We were silent as we ate the rest of our meal. Once Wesley noticed that I was done he grabbed the plates and put them in the sink. "Why don't you grab e another beer, you whatever you want to drink, go sit in the living room and I'll do the dishes. When I am done we can finish talking and getting to know each other."
My eyes went wide with panic. Alone with a boy and alcohol? I've been there before. Maybe I should just tell him that I am going to go to bed.
"No secret plan here, I just want to get to know the person I am going to be living with." He said in a soothing tone.
For some reason I believed him, and nodded my head while going to get the drinks.
