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The wind blew through your hair as “Black Star” blasted through your shitty car speaker. The grey Mazda had.. seen better days.
But that didn’t matter, not right now. You were here for a fresh start. Away from the Texas small town you came from to the loud bustle of New York City. The nice apartment you rented awaited you (with your new roommate because who could afford those prices?).
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You finally arrived at the apartment complex, just how the pictures showed. It wasn’t the best but it was home! It was just outside the main city, Long Island. Perfect for where you worked.
You stepped out of your car and grabbed your suitcase that was covered in South Park stickers. It was from your teenage years , scuffed and dirty. You began making your way to your apartment, having to carry your suitcase since the elevator was broken.
“Annoying” you mumbled.
Finally apartment 4C greeted you. You fumbled with your key and stepped inside. Immediately you notice the comic shit covering the area. You were renting this from a guy, he was reserved over text. He hadn’t mentioned ..this. Hell he didn’t even show pictures of anywhere but your room.
You turn to the couch and spot your roommate. Auburn hair, thick square glasses. Acne dotted his face, slight stubble on his chin. He didn’t even acknowledge you.
“uhm hi I’m y/n. Youre William right?” He turned at the mention of his name. “Bill. Just Bills fine.” Bill scoffs. Great, this is only the beginning huh?
“Rooms the second door on the right.” He vaguely gestured, not taking his eyes off the TV. “ah okay. Is there any.. house rules?” you cross your arms, more to stop you from standing there awkwardly than agitation.
“don’t touch my shit, don’t go in my room. Clean your mess, do your own dishes.” He finally looked at you.
Glancing at your appearance, eyes lingering on your brightly dyed hair. Subconsciously, you messed with it and he looked back at your face. Thick glasses , not far from his. More rectangular if anything.
“my friends come over on Saturdays. Don’t bother us” he scoffed and turned back to the TV. You just nodded and headed to your room.
To your surprise, it was clean. Neat even. The bed had white sheets wrapped around the mattress but it lacked a blanket. Thank god you packed your own.
There was a small black desk in the cover, a small layer of dust on it. A window was next to a small door, probably a closet.
You swing the door open and are greeted by a small box inside, long forgotten.
“I should probably leave this here” you mutter.
Turning your attention back to what mattered , unpacking. You toss your suitcase on your bed and unzipped. It was mostly essentials. A few outfits until the rest of your stuff came in boxes (you mailed it here in advance and yet you beat them here.) , shower things, books, etc.
First things first, you pull out a blanket and your own sheets. The sheets were covered in Spider-Man motifs, the very same bed sheets you’ve had since you were 15. You only brought the thin grey blanket you often used as a throw blanket at home. It had always been your favorite. It smelt of coconut and vanilla (and a bit of musk lwk.)
lightly shoving your suitcase off the bed, you begin to change the sheets. It takes only a minute and then you throw yourself onto the mattress. Exhaustion overcame you , a full day of driving wore you out. Slowly, blackness crept around you until you fell asleep. You dreamt of home.
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you wake up to the sound of shouting. What the fuck..? you look at your watch , 10:30pm. ‘Long ass nap.. damn’. Before checking out the noise , you slipped out of the clothes you wore before into pajamas. Rick and Morty pants and a plain black shirt, the neck stained with bleach from my last hair dying escapade. Quietly, you walked out of your room, lingering in the hallway to take in the sight. Four boys sat around the table, arguing.
A blonde boy with blue eyes was trying to calm everyone down. You noted down mentally you liked his sweater.
A black haired boy does the same, although more directly. He wore a backwards red baseball cap and some obscure t-shirt.
A bigger guy with long brown hair yelled, looking rather upset. He wore a Star Wars shirt, your brother’s favorite show.
and then your roommate, yelling full volume at the Star Wars guy. You decide to quietly observe.
It appeared they were fighting over DnD, the game board on the table. You liked DnD a little , never got super into it but you enjoyed making characters with the help of a guide book.
You move to the kitchen and thats when you’re noticed. “Bill whos that?” The black haired one mumbled under his breath. The fighting seemingly ceased at once as they all turned to look at you.
“My roommate” He rolled his eyes. ‘Dick.’
“Uh yeah hi my names y/n” you smile politely. All there look you up and down, the black haired one’s eyes lingered on your tattoo. A small ghost face mask in the clutter of your arm tattoo.
“House rules remember?” Bill practically hissed. “Right right, my bad. Just wanted to see what the noise was. Continue your game or whatever, I’m making myself dinner.”
you turned around to get started, humming a random tune. The 4 stared at you , Bill glaring. But soon enough, they continued.
A quick bowl of ramen was sufficient, simple and easy. As you ate, you listened to their campaign shenanigans.
“you enter a cave, a chest sits in front of you. Theres a big lock on it.” the blonde guy spoke “Bill, what do you do?”
“Break it open with my hammer!” he grins. The first time you’ve seen him smile yet.
“What if it’s a trap?” black haired boy pipes up. You noted his snake bites, you hadn’t noticed them before. “It’s probably fine” Bill rolls his eyes and then rolls the dice. You take a long slurp of your ramen while Jerry reads something.
“You fail, only slightly scuffing the lock and making a rather loud noise.” Blondie narrates. He’s a good storyteller, although he sounded a little hesitant every time he talked. That may have had something to do with you, you were an outsider. Although you definitely had the makings of a “cool kid” , you were a socially awkward geek in high school. Now you’re just a geek, less awkward but still into weird shit.
After awhile , another fight breaks out over them all dying to something you never heard of before.
‘should I say smth…nah I wanna see what plays out’
“BILL THIS IS ALL UR FAULT” Star Wars guy whined.
“HOW SO?” he scowled. fucking loud ass nerds man.
You decide you don’t wanna be here when it gets messy so you throw your bowl in the dishwasher (which needs to be started, you’ll do it later) and walk back to your room to unpack a little more.
The second you close your door , it already feels more peaceful. After digging through your suitcase, you grab your red CD player and your favorite CD. The sound of Marilyn Manson fills your room and drowns out most of the screaming.
You pull out a few rolled posters and realize you don’t have tacks or tape. “fuck me..” you mumble to yourself Do you wanna go out there again and have ANOTHER interaction with these guys? No, but it’s better to suck it up and get it over with. As you open your bedroom door , your greeted by the black haired boy who had his hand up like he was about to knock.