You're To Blame

Ensue

It was weird enough that the noises were coming from a seemingly empty apartment. I lightly treaded towards the bedroom door that was left ajar and peeked through. An unknown man sat on the floor, watching something on a laptop. I stormed inside the room.

"Can you stop doing whatever the hell it is you're doing?"

The unexpected intrusion made the mysterious man turned around. The luminous light from the laptop shone on his face, lighting up his dark eyes and messy hair.

"Wait... you?!?"

What the hell?

"Woah Woah Woah wait, woman! What do you think you are doing?" The man was startled and instantly got onto his feet. 

I glared at the familiar figure in the dark before reaching for a light switch and flipping it. A bright warm light filled the room, giving me a clearer picture of what had happened. There was a broken bottle laying on the side of the table. The contents of the bottle were spilt everywhere. The table was against the wall adjacent to the bed and a laptop sat on the table, open. I tilted my head to the side, trying to get a clearer view of the man's face, who was now looking to the ground, attempting to avoid my gaze. He cleared his throat and quickly grabbed a cap to wear, hiding his eyes. 

 I stepped forward, inching closer to the man. As I did, I lowered the screwdriver in my hand. 

"WAIT! Don't come further! There is glass everywhere!" The man abruptly shouted, noticing that during this whole debacle, I was barefooted. Mental facepalm.

I stopped in my tracks, heeding to his advice but the sudden warning spooked me and the screwdriver in my hand dropped to the floor. In an instant, the guy ran over and picked it up for me. Handing me the screwdriver, he turned around and slammed the laptop shut. He still avoided looking at me straight on.

Silence followed which was broken by a question from his side. "Did-Did I wake you up?"The man murmured. I started noticing his movements. He stood with his back towards me, facing a bedside table, not even daring to look me in the face.  I noticed he was wearing the same blue outfit from before. 

"Well isn't it fucking obvious?" I retorted. Now that the hype was over, I started feeling faint due to waking up in a jiffy and hurrying over as if I was in a mission impossible movie. 

"Oh, well then, I guess I should apologize then." He turned around bowed a bit, in an apologetic manner. 

" Hey! Are you the same guy from before? Do you clean windows here as well? From the inside? Or do you work two jobs?" I questioned, accusingly pointing the screwdriver at him and waving it around while placing my other hand on my hip.  

"Woah there! Can you please be careful with that? You'll hurt yourself!" He said with concern, raising his voice. 

"I'll hurt myself? The only thing being hurt here is my sleep you ass! And the thing that will  be hurt  is you if you don't stop making a ruckus!" I yelled back at him. "Please, I need to sleep. You should sleep too. And what is it with you and your shady- ass behaviour? Why are you here in an empty apartment? Watching Putflicks? What, your grandma banned you from going on the internet? Huh? ARE YOU USING MY INTERNET! I swear-"

"Wait wait. No! I'm here for-" He gulped, looking at my riled up face as he held his hands up trying to barricade himself from the screwdriver I was ready to haul at him. "I'm here for some last minute checkups! Nothing shady, hmm hmm I swear!" He pleaded. 

I squinted at his face. For just a moment I could see it a little clearer, considering he was trying to defend himself from me. He had a handsome face from what I could deduce. And in the light, his hair seemed to be a shade of brown rather than dark black. He had features that would stop you in your tracks, the kind that needed appreciation by looking at them for hours and hours. In the brief moment I saw his eyes, they held a strong feeling of determination. As if he was set out to do something. He was definitely taller than me by who knows how many centimetres because I sure don't carry a measuring tape with me around. Tall and built. Not too much, just enough. His physique was slender. I stood there at the entrance of the room just staring at him, trying to make sense of what he looked like while he awkwardly hid his face from me, standing near the bed that was in the centre of the room.