Bright and early, Sunday morning rang with Church bells in the distance. People would scurry all over walls to get where they belong in the religious spectrum. The bells would finally stop, letting peace settle once more in the breezy morning. Clocks would all say a familiar time in this moment of silence, 10:16.
"No no no no, aye, dios mio." Mornings blessful silence was pierced with the cries of one particularly late Hispanic boy. He wheeled himself all over his apartment room in which he shared with a not so panicked roomate. "I'm late, oh my gosh, my brothers are never going to forg-"
"Oh my GOD TAVROS." A slumped figure arose form a pile of sheets and clothes in the distant room. He stretched his lanky limbs all over his bed, and sat straight up. Rubbing his eyes he had frowned, "Shut up, do you know the fucking time you're yelling at. This is literally a repeat every Sunday." The apartment stood silent. The figure rolled his eyes and steppped up from his bed and , in a sluggish manner, walked to the living room where his wheelchaired friend was parked. When he turned around they both exchanged looks for a second and started laughing.
This was Tavros Nitram. Apart from their differ ethnicities, they had grown up pretty good friends every since they were little. Tavros was the only one to actually talk to him when he moved where he continued to grow up. They had loved to Larp together where ever and whenever. Until they found out you can have the same fun, but look cooler, with internet RPG games. So they had been pretty tight, and since college can make any kid broke, what better than to share roomate with one another in the same Apartment Complex.
Tavros Rolled over and around the couch in the middle of the room, "I promised Rufio this morning I would join him and Dad to morning service this morning. " He struggled to transport himself form his chair to slump on the couch. He struggled to find the remote.
"Yeah well I also promise my family that I would do tons of shit, but I live perfectly fine with my lies." He rubbed his eyes and yawned, walking himself to the bathroom, ignoring the following comments Tavros had to say about the importance to spend time with the family and bluh bluh other cultural things his hispanic family grew up with. He never did bother to do much than joke with his family, but no one had quite the close connection. He seperated himself from them at a very young age. It never helped with his brother's slowly decaying mind. It took a toll on his family more than anyone but Tavros and himself could imagine..
Examining the reflextion the mirror, it surprised how unsymetrical things where about his morning look. The boy sighed back and started his morning routine. His name was Sollux, short for Solluxander. But that was pretty lame and proably could never forgive his father for his naming abilities. Even his brothers name was silly, it resembled a species of fish. Sollux's teeth were nice and straight thanks to years of braces, and his body structure slouchy and lankey. His pail complextion never helped his satus. But he worked with it, starting with combing his thin, black hair.
Tavros flipped through channels, practically forgetting about his Church service he was already late for. He then gathered spark in his eyes and yelled," Sollux! I nearly forgot, we don't have shit in the fridge." He looked over the couch in the dierection to the path of the bathroom as Sollux exited and stared at him with a disgusted face, "Why in the world would we ever put shit in the fridge dude." Jokinly he gave him a disappointed shake of his head and entered his own room.
"Come on dude, you know what I mean. You know I can't travel there by myself anymore." Frowning, the little Nitram made his attempts to look pathetic. "Plus, we don't even have anymore honey. I know you slather that shit on everything. So I was thinking..." He was waiting for Solllux to cut him off but now he just looked silly. " Uh... I really need more milk dude. I'll give you cash." Tavros threw himself on the rest of the couch, lifting his legs up and propping them up. "...So... uh?"
Sollux re- entered with his prescribed 3D colored glasses on, a white canvas tee with thin, yellow stripes on it, jeans and different shoes. "Yeah yeah," he responded," Give me your wallet I guess I'll fucking do it. But when I get back you got to quest with me, I can't do that shit alone. We also need to do two's on there." He was referring to their MMORPG they played all the time, World of Warcraft. He slipped past the cripple, snagged his wallet before he had time to complain about leveling up and buzzed out the door. Shutting it behind him almost immediatley, he paused, looked around, and then took off in the direction of the elevator.
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Riding alone down 2 floors, the doors opened and Sollux is nearly bombarded by a box. He is surely surprised and quickly moves out the way, still puzzled and tilting his head. It became clear this box was way past this gentleman's head and he seemed strained by it. Another box, with a face over seeing it this time, rushed in.
"Karkat! Do you know the possible dangers you could have put yourself AND this gentleman just now? Do you just not pay atrention, is that what we do now? Just rush into places with no tought or mind, you could have tripped and the door could have closed on you, that wouldn't be pretty. No sir, or you could have dropped the box, and something would have broke. You wouldn't know thought because you wouldn't put labels on these things, like I had suggested in the first place. This is only going to be a mess, is that clothes? Books? A mix of it? No one knows! This is all pretty triggering, you really need to be careful, " Without a gap in breath," I am so sorry sir, please excuse my brother who doesn't seem to understand how society work anymore. Please let me let you through, you look rather busy as do we."
The man had his hair everywhere, which looked originally combined. He stood tall, and confident. And boy did he have some wind in his lungs. He rushed in the elevator and instantly started back up again, not so happy looking, closing his eyes like he was about to speak a sermon. Just as the door was closing, the smaller one that was hidden behind the box dropped the box down with an apathetic look and sighed heavily. His messy hair didn't look originally combed and..and.. Well yeup, thats all he got a glimpse of before the older of the door started back up again and the door shut them off.
Weird. New neighbors somewhere on some floor... Weird.. He seemed to have lingered to long in the lobby thinking too much on it and snapped back into game. He looked down at Tavros wallet and saw a piece of paper sticking out.
Milk
chocolate syrup
bread
peanut butter
jelly
whatever sollux needs
How long has he needed this shit? Sollux started towards the door and laughed to himself a bit. Nerd.
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author's note : This is my first fanfic again, so it isn't sharp but I hope to keep updating. This is fun.
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Apartment 69
FanfictionApartments are like airports. People from everywhere congregate in places literally next door. They also come and go with stories, some more wild than others. You can make quick friends or yell at someone in the line. But apartments are apartments...