Accidents

2

"Mom." Amy said, looking up from her cereal. "Is it okay if Josh comes round tonight?"

"No, you're not talking to him."

"Why?" She complained.

"Because Michael's a prick."

"So, why can't I talk to Josh?"

"Because Michael's a prick."

Amy groaned and rolled her eyes. "That's not a proper reason."

"It's a good enough reason."

She dropped her spoon into the bowl, splashing milk across the counter. "I'm going to school." She mumbled. "See you later."

"Do you want picking up?" I asked, just before she opened the door.

"No, I'm walking home with Josh!" She shouted, slamming the door behind her.

"Love you too." I muttered, taking a large bite of toast.

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"I knew you were trouble when you waked in..." I sang as I dumped the shopping bags in the doorway. "So shame on me now, flew me to places I..."

"Ooh, what's for lunch?" A voice piped up.

Swinging round, I found Michael lying on the sofa. "Holy shit, how did you get into my flat!?" I exclaimed.

"I could ask you the same thing." He replied, examining an orange from the fruit bowl.

"I live here!"

Placing the fruit back into the bowl he smiled. "Aren't you supposed to treat your guests a bit better than this?"

"You're not a guest! Oh, and you never answered by the way, how the hell did you even get in?"

"Spare keys under the plant pot." He explained. "You know, you really should find somewhere else to keep them, that's a really obvious hiding place."

"Michael fucking Clifford, get out my apartment!" I yelled.

"The middles names Gordon, not fucking." He corrected, whilst laughing at his own joke.

I ran my fingers my knotted, chocolate-colored hair. "Why are you even here?"

"Bonding time! Thought we could get to know each other a bit better."

I rolled my eyes, not believing this excuse one bit. "What did do? You know, you could've just asked me to let you in if you needed something."

"Well, I'm actually really horny right now so if you could just-"

"No! I meant groceries, something like that! Go find somewhere else to get laid."

He exploded with laughter. "I was joking, I actually came to steal your toilet roll, we ran out."

"What am I supposed to use if you have mine?"

"Eh, you'll find something." He replied, pulling the roll of toilet paper out from behind him and approaching the door. "Try the fridge."

The sharp, slam of the door ended the conversation. "Fridge?" I muttered to myself. "Why the hell would I check the fridge?"

Pulling the milk out of the shopping bags, I clasped the cool metal handle of the fridge and opened the door. However, there was no space in the fridge as each and every inch of it was filled with rolls of toilet paper. This wasn't any ordinary paper either, it was printed with pictures of Michael's face. I knew he had another reason for breaking in.

"I'm gonna kill you Clifford." I mutter, my fist clenching on the handle of the milk carton.

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"Josh, seriously stop tickling me!" Amy giggled.