All The Cliches

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            For the Rocheford mission, I figured a game plan of three stages. Stage one, infiltration and adaptation.

             Fortunately for me, the target was looking for a roommate and she didn't care if it was a boy or a girl as long as they are 'matured'. Upon retrieving this information, I immediately booked it and made a big offer which she couldn't refuse. I moved in the next day with my new persona. One of the perks of the job is to create a whole new identity for myself. So my new persona is that I'm a 23 year old graphic designer for a little internet based company that specializes in making art templates. The only family relation that I have is a sister who lives in a different country with her big family and I apparently love to write poetry. As for my appearance, I decided not to dye my hair again and left it at it's natural colour. Things like hair product and a comb were one of the few things I did not pack for the mission. I bought graphic t-shirts, casual shirts, bermudas, jeans and slippers just for the mission. I can't be dressing as I usually do as I am a graphic designer. I did bring some of my own original dressing but it consisted of sports clothes and pj's. 

                When I first moved in, she wasn't in but she did leave my keys at the reception. The apartment wasn't too shabby. It was spacious and neat. Note to self; Target may be the high maintenance type. There was a note on the kitchen table that stated which room was mine and was also the welcome note. I put the note back in place and went straight to my room.

                      "Holy Mother of Guacamole," I said as I opened the doors to my new room. It was as if it was specially designed for a graphic designer. The walls were a vibrant red and blue with Andy Warhols' themed paintings hung on the wall behind my bed. The sheets even matched the walls and so did the other furniture in the room. Though, the study table was a nice light oak with two little drawers. I put my bags by the red and blue detailed wardrobe and took another look at my vibrant room. I received a shock as I slumped down on the bed as it swallowed me in. Great, a water bed.

                 "Hello? Anybody home?" greeted someone from the front door.

             I tried getting off the water bed but it was harder than getting off my bean bag. Alas, I just rolled to the sides where I fell to the ground. I got up, straightened myself up and headed to the living room. 

                  "Oh, hey! Whaddup?" I said as I walked into the room but there was no one there.

                  "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" said a voice behind me.

                  "What? It's me, Aiden Larson. I'm your new roommate," I replied coolly and turned around to a 5 feet 5 brunette who had two apples in hand.

                    The brunette relaxed as she said "Whew! Thank God, thought you were someone else,"

                    She had two apples in her hand and she thought I could've been a burglar or worse? "And if I was someone else, what exactly was your plan of attack? Those aren't exactly tools of protection in your hands, no offense to the apples,"

                     She scoffed, threw me an apple and replied "Never underestimate the power of apples, roomie,"

               "So, Mr Larson, how do you like your new place? Not too shabby, ain't it?" asked my new roommate who was slouching on the couch while finishing her apple.

                 I slouched on the opposite couch, took a first bite of my apple and replied "You do know you can call me Aiden, right? Yea, the place is quite awesome. My room is coincidental though,"

                  She laughed and threw her apple in the bin 10 feet away. Wow, a sharpshooter, not too sure how I feel about that. High maintenance, crazy and a sharpshooter, this will probably be a messy getaway. "Nothing is coincidental. With the amount of money you paid, the building owner told me to arrange your room to your liking. Seeing how it says you're a graphic designer, I designed it as so. Not bad, eyh? I'm thinking of quiting my job to become the next Brian P. Buchan in a skirt," she said as she got up to go to the kitchen.

                    "Interesting. Great job on the room though. It's very vibrant and artsy and very me. So I get special privileges, eyh?" I said as I got up and joined her in the kitchen. 

                    Maybe I got too close because as she turned, she almost crashed into me. I would've said we'd be nose to nose but seeing how the height differences was a big gap, that wasn't going to happen standing up. 

                     "Sorry, pretty boy, but that's about the special privileges you get. Oh, though you did get a free parking space in front of the building but that's it. And if you ever think about anything else, remember, I have a fridge drawer full of apples," she said as she tapped my nose and walked to her room.

                     She thinks I'm pretty, was all I could think of for the next five or ten minutes. If anything I'm not pretty, I'm handsome, hot, gorgeous, charming, sexy or if at all, normal looking. No one calls me pretty. Pretty is a word to describe girls, not guys.

                     And on time, my phone was buzzing. I waited until I was in my room to answer the call. Ah, Frank Hammon.

              "No, Frank, I can't meet you at Finnegan's this week. You're just going to have to owe Amanda again," I said to a pleading Frank on the other line as I unpacked my bags.

                Frank never liked asking Amanda for a favour because he thinks she will think less of him and his chances will be slim. Well, at least he's hopeful about something.

                 "Look, you said that she's sleeping. So why can't you slip out of the apartment and buy your best friend a drink like you usually do?" asked a desperate Frank.

                 "Frank, I think we need to have a talk about our friendship. And you know why I can't slip out now. I'm settling down and I need to get the feel of this new zone. Besides, borrowing money from Amanda will give you more reason to see her even more than you usually do," I replied as I emptied the last of luggages.

                  "Fine, I see that there's no point in trying to convince you, so I'm taking it as if you owe me an extra hangout or maybe three extra drinks. I'll leave Finnegan's now before I buy my first drink and I'll go home and think if I want quality time with you or more whiskey. That sound good?" asked a frustrated Frank.

                  I couldn't help but laugh a little at Frank's effort to make me feel guilty for not being able to meet up. "Alright, Frank. Sounds good enough. See you in a months time. Bye," I replied.

                  "What? A months ti-" Frank was surprised by what I had said and I hung up on him.

              Ah, crap. I realized that I didn't bring along my laptop. It's probably safer that way but that means that I had to go out and buy a new one. Now, I may have some extra cash lying around but I don't think it's smart to just keep spending. Maybe I'll just borrow my housemate's laptop. It'd be cool if this apartment had its own computer.

                  Every thing was unpacked and arranged neatly on where it should be and I was bored. I took another look around my room and plopped onto my bed. Well, it was more like stepping onto a patch of quicksand. I don't see the joy people get from waterbeds. It's hard to get up from, very uncomfortable to sleep on especially on hot nights, not easy to take care of and very troublesome if there is a leak.

                      It was frustrating to try getting up from bed but oh well, another challenge accepted. Plus,