Six Feet Under

Chapter Five: Race agaisnt Time.

For the first time in ages, I remembered how it felt to have someone snoring in the house. Carter Snored so much that I had to completely seal his bedroom door with pillows. I would have killed him if it weren't for the fact that the guy sleeps his eyes open. Talk about paranoia. He even slept with his sword next to him. It sent shivers down my spine. I heard that he was single now I know why.

"HEY FAT TITAN WHO THE FUCK PUT THESE PILLOWS HERE." Yelled Shades. Shades was the nickname I gave to the bastard. I was going to punch him but I told myself to calm down. For two reasons. Firstly, If I started a fight in my house, I didn't know if it would have survived. Secondly, today is the one day I couldn't start a fight nor kill.

"Sorry, but you snoore in your sleep and I couldn't sleep." He looked at me and said: "Oh, not sorry." At that moment I was ready to throw him out but I remembered that I needed a taxi to go to work and he was the only one that was free. I went to the kitchen and took out two cups of instant ramen and started to heat up some water. At that instant, I felt pressure all over me as if someone was watching me with ill intents. "Hey, Fatty. What. Are. You. Doing." I turned around to see an angry man ready to destroy a whole army. "I answered I'm making breakfast." Carter got closer and closer, grabbed me by the neck and threw me out of my own kitchen. Like how much arrogance do you have to be able to throw your host out of his kitchen? 

30 minutes later, I finished preparing my stuff and I suddenly notice the smell of food. I entered my kitchen only to see a table filled with food. There were some homemade ramen and some apple custard. He had done this in under 30 minutes. Shades looked at me and said:"Now take some boxes and fill them with the food we only have ten minutes to get to work." I responded with:"But Alexa says it will take 20 minutes." While we were taking the food to the car he looked at me and said:"that is if we take the traditional route. However, I know a shortcut." He then stomped on the gas pedal and we started our race against time.