My God

My God 2 )

I sit up in my bed and groan.
The throbbing pain in my head and sick feeling in my gut have me running to my small en-suite bathroom.

I quickly spew my guts up and groan, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My once curled hair now looked like Michael Jackson Afro when he was five and my makeup resembles Marilyn Manson.

Good grief. I look like a hooker who woke up on the wrong side of Narnia.

I quickly brush my teeth to rid of the vomit taste and well I basically chug the bottle of mouth wash before turning my shower on and having a quick Lukewarm shower, washing my hair, groaning at my headache and complaining about my tired muscles.

I wrap my hair up in its hair towel, pat myself dry and slip into my fluffy pink robe.
I looked refreshed considering not even twenty minutes ago I looked like something out of the thriller video clip.

I walk out of my room and notice my door ajar.
Did I leave it open last night?
Eh knowing my luck bloody Mew-Mew opened it.

Yes my cat could open doors. The turning knobs the smart bitch.
I'm not kidding either. I recorded it once for my skeptical sister back when we spoke.

I walk into my lounge room and see a man sitting up right, his posture perfect, hair slicked back, his hands on his knees and a small frown on his face.

Oh my god. It wasn't a dream. A hot homeless man named Enas is now living with me. Wtf?

"Good morning Carla" he said politely once he noticed I was in the room.
I wrapped my arms around my waist protectively and smiled back at him.

"I'm surprised at how nice your clothes are" I said motioning to his gold coloured button down shirt, black slacks and green tie.

"It's all an illusion" he said. I laughed causing him to smile.
If this man wasn't so delusional or playing so deeply into being his name I'd totally tap that.

"That's a good one. Want pancakes? It's my ultimate hangover cure" I shuffle to my kitchen not waiting for his response and start to pull out the pre-made mix.

"You're so kind. Breakfast? A home? You're a true saint" he seemed so sad "you remind me of my mother" his teeth clenched at that last sentence before he sat down at one of the bar stools.

"I'm glad I can remind you of someone you hold close to your heart" I reply, trying to ease the tension as the pancake mix sizzles on the frying pan.

"She's the only person I hold close to my heart" he clipped, almost like he was remembering a deep painful memory.

"No siblings? Or father?" He laughed.

"I was the first born. My brother is an oaf who thinks himself so benevolent and my father is a total arsehole."
I bite my lip.

"My sister ran off with my boyfriend and got married to him a few months ago. My mother told me to grow up and not to be so angry about the situation.. I basically ruined my relationship with my family"

This time it was his turn to bring up a sensitive subject.
"No father?"

"He died three years ago. He was a police officer and got shot in the head" I murmured the last part, freezing for a moment before flipping the pancakes.

"It's okay though. I just tend to drink, sleep around, mess with my co workers and keep to myself. Well until now" I chuckle at that last thought.
I guess I won't be running through my house naked soon.

"Is that the reason you became homeless?"

"Oh Jesus I said that?" I sigh deeply before placing the cooked pancakes on a plate and making more.

"Yes well after my sister ran off and I found a note from my fiancé at the time and because it was his house I got kicked out, then my mother and I had that fight and I had nowhere else to turn. It's okay though. I picked myself up and now I'm a bachelorette." I laugh and flip the pancakes.

Enas's stare is watching me intently.
"It seems we have both been wronged by our family's"

"What did you do to get thrown out?" I ask turning around after placing the last stack of pancakes on the plate before dividing them both equally and pulling out some strawberries, maple syrup, blueberries and ice cream.

"My brother and I got into a massive fight which ended up.. annoying my 'father'".
He air quoted father with distain and took the plate of pancakes, loading it up with syrup.

"You know what? This might work out the whole roommate thing. I don't expect much accept don't break my shit, don't break my shit and not tell me, no parties, don't hurt my cat, don't make a mess and I think your equal payment into this house can be cleaning"

"Cleaning?" He said weirdly.
Has he never cleaned?

"Yes. Fair?"

He thought for a moment, something in his big green emerald eyes shimmering with hatred, pain and loss.

"Fair."

I cut off a massive chunk of pancake and eat it. I have no shame, this will never be romantic. He's too handsome and will probably have that extreme brooding quality which is hot but.. just not healthy.

I look at this man and that's when I realise even if he was some strange man with a Greek name, even if the words about him are right about him being deceiving and untrustworthy, deep down, he was hurt and experiencing a great loss.

"Come on Enas. I dunno how long you've been in exile but it's time for us to do a little housewarming shopping" he raises his eyebrow as I finish my plate of pancakes and run into my room no doubt getting ready to help this man better himself through some incredible shopping and fun time at my favourite places.

Man, I haven't had someone I've clicked with in years.. this will be good. For us both.

I hope.