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29. Take the long way home (Pt.2)

"Holy shit!" I yell when the umpteenth spurt of brown water violently hits the bathroom sink and ends up on my face.

I've been cussing for 15 minutes, raising my voice louder and louder in an attempt to catch Angie's attention. It'd be much easier to go to her room, wake her up and tell her everything, but I don't wanna be annoying, I want her to think it's her idea to come here and see what the fuck is happening.

"What the fuck is happening? No hot water this morning either?" Angie's longhaired little head peeps in from the half-open bathroom door.

"Worse: no water, period"

"What?"

"Only a small amount of water comes out from the tap and it's dirty, also the cold one. What do I do now? Wash my teeth with orange juice? God, this apartment is shit!"

"That's strange, you used to talk about it in completely different terms when you convinced me to move in here with you" Angie opens the door a little more and enters, with her Flintstones' pajamas and her fuckin' smart smirk on her face.

"Ok ok, I confess, I deceived you to have you here with me. All is fair in love and war"

"And now I'm trapped in this unhealthy relationship, with frozen precooked meals and systems not compliant with legal standards" she sighs and pretends to sob.

"Ok, take your stuff, we're going to Cornell's" I tell her grabbing her towel and throwing it on her shoulder.

"What?! Are you crazy?"

"Come on, it became settled practice by now"

"It's not even 8.30, they must be asleep!"

"I don't give a fuck, they only have to open the door for us, then they could also go back to bed for what I care" I retort with a shrug.

For what I care, Matt could also jump head first out of the window.

The fact Angie doesn't know anything about me and Matt messing around is starting to irritatingly weigh on me and my conscience. I'm gonna tell her, but I have to find the right moment, and it's not now.

"But... we're always bothering them anytime we have problems..." she complains, as she grabs her things.

"Please, they should be grateful! It's not like they have two beautiful girls going around half-naked in their bathroom everyday"

I drag her with me up to the front door and Angela doesn't even try anymore to protest for her pajamas, by now she knows it's absolutely pointless. Anyway, as we get out, we have a surprise. Fact, two.

"Oh good morning Meg... Wilma" Chris, dressed only in some visibly old striped pajama pants, greets respectively me and Angie.

"Chris... Matt..." I answer more or less the same way, but without Cornell's huge grin, especially when I see the blonde guy appear behind his back, wearing boxer shorts and a Kiss t-shirt.

"We were just heading to your apartment" Angie shields herself behind me, in a funny attempt at hiding her pajamas. Or maybe she's just trying to protect herself from Chris' hormones.

"And I was just about to say the same thing" the singer replies.

"Huh?"

"We wanted to visit you so you could have finally returned the favor" Matt adds, shyly waving a bottle of shower gel towards me.

"Don't tell me you don't have water either!" I retort, rolling my eyes.

"Only brownish mush" Matt explains, leaning against the hallway's wall and pulling off a strand of hair from his face with a little twitch of his head... God, I hate him so much.