The Landlord and His Tenant

Maxing His Credit Card

Come on. Come on. Kye prayed or more like begged from inside his mind that his mom send him money. Not to  come home but just send him money.

Unfortunately, he had promised in the name of  his guitar collection that he would only touch his credit card during emergencies. He promised that when he was still sane. Now here he is maxing it.

"Uhm sir Flynn, the machine rejected your card. Do you have another card sir?"

"Uhh yeah here" He hands a premium gold card with the name Robert Flynn. " It's my dad's card. He left me that when he went on a vacation with my mom".

His voice was not convincing because it sounded like it was gonna gag. But his face was. So he gets what he wants and not what he needs. He had planned another party for he weekend and looking at his place, it looked like a mess.

He knew he had to do something about this. If his dad found out he had been crediting in their bank, he is dead meat.

Despite his now rusty and low quality pixelated brain, he had no choice but to sit and find a way to keep this party going.

So he grabs a marker from the table and writes in uppercase letters ROOM FOR RENT. He knows he can't  touch his moms since it was locked in a very weird way. But he has the guest room to produce money from.

"Alright let's  see where this gets me". Hoping for an immediate result as he always does, he grew impatient. So he calls Brett, his almost intimately bestfriend who  was now probably somewhere at the end of the universe.

"Kye!", Brett answers the phone seemingly surprised as to Kye's statement after the gaduation he did not attend to, he needed space.

"Brett.." You can almost sense that he would rather not call this mischievous douchebag but he is. "You must be in the moon"

Brett laughs almost hyterically. "No shit dude, I am proud to say I am somewhere in our neighborhood. It's destiny you called cus i just got here from France"

"Oh that's good", he answers in the quickest way possible.

"I reckon you need something,old friend?"

So a few minutes later, they meet up at a diner. Brett Washington was a tall lean guy who was obviously a rich kid. He is 20 years old and currently not in college for the reason he didn't want to and because he wanted to fulfill the dream of backpacking Europe in the most 'outrageous way' as he said.

"So this is probably the effect of Hurricane Katrina aye?", there was a grin on Brett's lips. You could tell from Kye's glare he wants to strangle this guy to death. But of course nah cus he needs him for now.

"I already  moved on and this is probably just the cleaning up of her aftermath". He was lying of course, he's forgotten about his ex's face even and all the drinking, partying and a little bit of screwing up was his own choice. At first he was sure this was all Katrina's fault but after the next few months, this was just the later prt of moving on and enjoying life.

Kye sighed. " I need a favor man. One which could do no harm to your existence or the next generations that are gonna come out from under your pants".

"Anything for my old buddy". Brett flashes a warm but gayish smile.

" I need a room spacer. My mom must have been enlightened by the holy spirit that she went with dad to Paris leaving me with just enough food for me to die during the next few days. I badly need the money, so you might know people who need a room, it could be a guy or a girl who is not a psychopath and won't threaten to kill me in my sleep".

Without hesitation, Brett answered. "Alright. But you do know you need to be patient not so many people are interested in just renting a room these days. It might take a while but I will help you".

With that they part ways. Kye was glad he was not gonna die. As for the party in mind, it will be postponed until he gets his money and young forever be.