The Craziest Of Them All

IX

"So you've already seen the kitchen." Demon casually points in the direction of the kitchen with a lazy hand. 

“Okay but let’s go there again.” I say enthusiastically as if I was a young kid who had been taken to a fun fair for the first time. “I kinda forgot what it looks like.” I smirk at him.

“Really?” He exasperates. After an excited nod of my head, he releases a deep breath and walks to the direction of the dirty kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, I put on a big show of looking shocked and amazed. I even go as far as clapping my hands on either side of my face like Kevin from ‘Home Alone’. Demon shakes his hand at my stupid antics but he has a shadow of a smirk gracing his beautiful face.

“Wow, I think I am in love with the state of the art appliances.” I say, carefully stepping through the mess blanketing the floor. “I mean, look at these stunning knock-off marble countertops, and this grimy stove that must have been considered modern when my grandmother was still swinging that pole.” I say sacastically.

“Please stop talking, I don't need the image of a grandmother on a strip pole.”

“Excuse me, my grandmama is hot! Okay yes gravity and old age have gotten to her and she ain't as tight as she was back then but she could still slay on the pole.”

“I think you just managed to do the impossible and ruin strip clubs for me.” Demon says, before dismissing me and walking out of the kitchen and down the passage that leads to the rest of the apartment.

I smirk evilly while entering the dark hallway that Demon just disappeared into, when I finally catch up to him he lazily points at a door to my left.

"That's the bathroom." 

I walk closer to the door, and swing it open. I look into a small bathroom that has a shower, a basin and a toilet. Apart from a empty soap and shampoo bottles lying around, the bathroom is surprisingly clean compared to the rest if the house.

Demon doesn't walk further down the hallway, but just points at a door across from the bathroom. 

"That is my bedroom."

Like I did with the bathroom, I walk closer to his bedroom door so that I can peak into it. Just as I reach out to turn the door's handle, my hand is painfully smacked out of the way. Shocked, I cradle my throbbing hand against my chest. I glare at Demon.

"What was that for?" I whine out.

"There is one rule in this house," Demon starts, "And that rule is that--"

"There are no rules?" I interject before he can finish his sentence.

"No! The rule is that you are NOT allowed in my room. EVER!"

"Geez!" I say, putting my hands up in surrender. "No going into your room, I get it."

"Good." Demon turns around and walks back to the living room. I look at the door to his bedroom and make a mental note to go and check what is behind that door later on. This nigga done lost his mind if he actually thinks that I am going to listen to him. By placing emphasis on my ban from his bedroom, he has made want to go in there all the more.

Back in the living room, I sit on my stool while Demon is on the couch. “Um…” I start of awkwardly, “If I'm not allowed in your room, where will I be sleeping then?”

“On the couch obviously.”

My eyebrows shoot to the top of my forehead, “wait I don't think I heard you proberly. I thought you said that I will be sleeping on this nasty couch.”