Chapter Four: Agreements
Peyton looked at this guy like he was a mucus. He look of disgust echoed all throughout the allies of Brooklyn. Bradley immediately picked up on this.
"Are you a pervert?! Am I just some cheap floozy to you?" Peyton scrambled to find her pepper spray. She sprayed it at Bradley but, thanks to her bad aim she missed completely.
"You crazy bitch!"Bradley shielded his eyes for Peyton. He dropped her suitcase, clothes springing out and being flung everywhere.
Peyton gasped. "I could have you arrested for kidnapping!"
"I could have you arrested for assault! My girlfriend is looking for a roomate!"
Peyton stood staring. "Oh..." She proceeded to hit Bradley over and over.
"What the hell?!" He squealed, shielding himself from her blows.
"YOU RUINED MY CLOTHES! THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY FILTHY NOW!"
"Do you want a place to stay or not?!" Bradley screamed finally. Peyton stopped abusing him long enough to pay attention.
"What's the catch?" Peyton's brow raised.
"Well..." Bradley started. "Cindy's a bit...opinionated."
"Oh! She sounds fun!" Peyton's eyes lit up. "Take my to her extravagant penthouse!"
"That's also another thing." Bradley said as he picked up Peyton's luggage.
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The two arrived in front of Cindy's door.
"I can not believe I am even stepping in...commoner...housing." Peyton tiptoed with caution as to not get "filth" on her. "Is your girlfriend poor?"
Bradley chuckled as he unlocked the door. He slowly creaked it open and let Peyton get one good look at what it looked like.
"OH HELL NO!" Peyton screamed at the top of her lungs. "This is a travesty. A TRAVESTY!"
Suddenly, noises could be heard from the back room. It was Cindy and she was just woken up, rather rudely. Cussing and yelling was heard down the hall until she got into the living room.
"Bradley! There better be a damn good reason for waking me up. I ought to kick your ass!"
Peyton gulped and extended her hand, in hopes that Cindy would shake it. "Hi, I'm Peyton Fieldman and I'm going to be your new roomate. I like opinionated people such as yourself. And even though I'm a fan of the...rustic...look, we will have to do something about the current living situation." She halfway smiled.
Cindy's face went blank. Her eyes narrowed. Although her face was straight as an arrow, her anger reared it's ugly head.
"OH HELL NO!!" Cindy turned Peyton around and pushed her into Bradley.
"Now I AM going to kick your ass, Bradley!" Cindy cursed at him. "I already told you, damnit, I didn't need a roomate!"
Bradley chuckled and left shutting the door behind him. "Have fun working things out!" He said behind the closed door. He then left to leave the two girls alone.
Peyton's eyes grew twice in size. She was like a small animal trapped in a lion's cage. She didn't know what to do.
Cindy glared at Peyton with rage induced eyes. "Take a seat; we have a lot to discuss."
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Roomates
HumorCindy, a vile, crude and short-tempered woman is in desperate need of a new roommate to help pay the bills. Then, in comes Peyton, a spoiled, high maintenance and intellectual individual. How will these two handle their new lives together?