The Mean Men That Women Have To Deal With

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The next morning I woke up with the sun and immediately regret it. It's supper early and my mom still isn't even up yet so I make breakfast for the both of us and wait for her to wake up. It takes her so long that I gave up and finish breakfast with my ravaging mouth and then took a shower.

I got dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt since it was a little chilly inside and then I started packing my clothes this time.

Putting in my earbuds I was barely able to hear knock at the door and my mom finally waking up. Since my room was right next to the door of our tiny apartment I got to the door before my mom could. I look through the peephole on the door and saw a man in a dark grey suit and graying hair, the lens on the hole making him look a bit distorted and wanting a clear look at his face, I open the door with my mom now right next to me. The door opens wide and my mom gasps in excitement while fixing her messy hair from sleep,"David!!"

"Hi Miranda!! I missed you so much baby!" The man at the door says as he ignores me and takes my mom into a tight hug.

"Babe this is my daughter Leslie. Leslie this is David ." She says motioning to each of us with her left hand, her right still around his waist apparently too important to let go.

"Hello it's nice to meet you sir." I say extending my hand to be polite. "Hi, Leslie right? Sorry I'm terrible with names." I found this hard to believe but because I can't get a hold of my tongue I say with a tight smile "Don't worry I couldn't remember your name till like two second ago, it's fine."

"Leslie!!" My Mom gasps with a hand over her mouth she smiles at the man -uh David?- and says "Why don't we go in yeah?" But not before I mouth a sorry to her.

We walk in and he sits at our very old and floppy couch in the middle of our tiny living room.

"Anyways so why are you here we don't move in till tomorrow?" I hear Mom say and so before I walk into my room I decided to stay to listen to the conversation. Yes I'm very nosy, so what?

"Oh well I though I could help you move some boxes today so the load wouldn't be too big tomorrow."

"Oh okay well I though we'd pack up our clothes and clean out the kitchen of any unwanted food" she says pointing to the kitchen/living room and our two separate rooms.

"Uh yeah I already started packing my clothes. I have like three boxes full of stuff in my rom." I say wanting to make myself known to the room since he hadn't looked at me since we stood at the door shaking hands. He just about glances at me and then looks at my mom again and then smiles so big I would think it was real. "That's great then. I'll pick up boxes and take them outside to my truck and then once it's full I can take them to my place." My Mom smiles her famous smile the one where her eyes crinkle and she shows her dimples and her teeth in all they're perfect glory. "That's perfect then. Leslie will take you to her room then, and you can take those boxes and I'll go change and thren work on packing okay?" Before either of us can say anything she turns on her heels and walks into her room and shuts the door closed, the lock clicking into place.

So I get up and walk towards my room motioning for him to follow me. I open the door and walk into my white now bare room. Previously being covered in posters of my favorite artists and my own artwork the walls now looked so naked to me.  Of course to him though since it was the first time David was seeing my room. I point to three big brown ugly boxes in the corner of the room and say "Those three boxes are full but they're kinda heavy since they're mostly books so be careful." I don't know why I pretended to be concerned for his well being but hey, if I'm gonna be living with this man from now on, I might as well try right?

"I'll be fine." He says in his deep dark voice of his which if he wasn't so closed off from me and old I probably would've found sexy. He then proceeds to walk towards the boxes and picks one up from the floor with less effort than I thought he needed. I guess he must work out or something cuz he looks way to old to have that kind of strength.

"Alright well ima keep packing up my clothes so I can donate them and you do that." I draw a circle around the boxes in the air with my finger and then get back to my drawers and putting clothes neatly in a brown ugly box.

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Hello!!
So the picture up top is how I imagine David but you can imagine him however you'd like.
I'm still experimenting with this story and still don't know if it's good enough but I'll try my best :)
Also it took me forever to find the picture and even came across Jimin from BTS in one of the searches lmaooo