BobRoss66957
They're roommates getting to know each other and becoming fast friends
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Part of me always thought I'd die young, like I'd probably never grow up. I don't think I ever really wanted to die, it just kind of felt inevitable or maybe even necessary.
I'm twenty years old now.
I remember a time when I couldn't picture myself making it to eighteen and I turned twenty a few months ago. I'm still young, but somehow it makes it easier to picture myself as older.
Especially now that I've moved out of my mom's place and everything feels real now. I think I'll miss living with her and my brothers, but this is kind of amazing. I'm not on my own, I leased this place with someone else - granted I don't know much about the guy, Trent, I think his name was. I found his post online looking for a roommate and I took the opportunity eagerly.
It's nice enough. Fairly open layout, kitchen in the front, living room in the back and two bedrooms off to the left with a bathroom to the right. Pet friendly, too. This couldn't have been better.
Setting up my two snakes was the first thing I did, now I'm just unpacking all my crap. Nearly jumping out of my skin when someone knocks on my doorframe.
"Jesus, didn't mean to scare you."
It was just Trent. "No, you're fine. I'm not difficult to scare. What's up?"
"Just wondering if you want dinner, I'm ordering a bunch of food right now."
Dinner? What time is it right now? Good god. "Shit, yeah that sounds good. I could go for some burritos or pizza right now."
"Cool." He does something on his phone before pocketing it and stepping into my room, looking around. "Whatcha doin?"