PUNK'd

Chapter Five: Walking Disasters

          "Yeah, I can't in good conscious let you move in here."

          Sheila and I stood outside Elliott and Duncan's flat building surrounded by my luggage. Today was the day I was moving in, only a day after Sheila and I had our talk. It didn't take long to get all my things packed, seeing as I didn't have much to pack to begin with, so I was ready to get into my new home, and begin my life as a part of The Bastards of Young. Sheila, upon seeing the flat building, though; was not as enthusiastic. 

          "I know it's not the nicest building, but Elliott and Duncan say the police haven't been here in months." Sheila turned to look at me in disbelief. 

          "That doesn't make me feel better at all, Hailey!" She exclaimed. She grabbed my two rolling suitcases by their handles, and started walking in the direction of home. "I'm sorry, Hailey, but I like you too much to let you get ax murdered in this place. Grab your bass, and let's go." 

          I ran after Sheila, and pulled her back to the front door of the flat building. "Sheila, Elliott and Duncan have protected me once before. I know they'll protect me now too." 

          Sheila looked me up and down searching for any sign of hesitation in me. When she found none, she sighed and handed me back my suitcases. "Alright," she said, defeated. "But the second something shady goes down, you better call me, got it?" Sheila lectured, pointing her finger at me. I pushed Sheila's hand away, and pulled her and my luggage inside of the flat building. 

          After making it through the nasty hallways, we finally made it to Duncan and Elliott's flat, and knocked on the door. Just like the last time, a yelling came from inside the flat at the sound of my knocking. Sheila glanced nervously at me. 

          "Well, if it isn't Miss America!" It was Duncan who answered the door this time. He had his hands on his hips, and was leaning against the door way with a big grin on his face. "Come on in, we've been waiting for you." Duncan moved out of the way, and we stepped inside the flat. It was a disaster.

          I had been inside Elliott and Duncan's home before when I auditioned, but I must have been so nervous that I didn't get a good look at the place. The layout was the same as I remembered, but I suppose that was all I had noticed last time I was here, because as I looked around now, I saw things I didn't remember seeing before. 

          There was trash all over the place. Beer bottles, fast food wrappers, and cigarette butts littered the room. The walls were covered in graffiti, the most prominent piece of writing being a barely legible scribble that read 'THE BASTARDS OF YOUNG'. Dirty laundry had also piled up in the living room and kitchen. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed the mess. I understood now why Duncan had said the place 'could use the feminine touch'. 

          "It stinks!" Sheila exclaimed, covering her nose and mouth with her hands. It smelled like a men's locker room and a chain smoking alcoholic had a bastard child together. 

          "Ah, I see you brought your violent friend with you."

          I looked away from the devastation that was the flat, and watched as Elliott stepped out of the kitchen with three cups of different shapes and sizes. "I guess I'll have to make more tea."

          "Violent friend, huh?" Sheila growled, stomping her way deeper into the flat. "I'll show you violent if that's what ya want, ya ginger asshole."

          "You're just proving my point, love," Elliott said in his usual uninterested tone of voice. "Here," He handed Sheila one of the cups of tea, "I think I'll skip tea. You can have mine." Elliott walked past Sheila and handed the rest of the cups to Duncan and I.