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|| Marti’s POV ||

I sat tiredly on the couch, downing the last of the beer in my hand and tossing the can over my shoulder, letting it hit the ground with a satisfying clatter that let me know it had hit the other cans that Robbie and I had thrown on the ground earlier, before she decided to go whore herself out for money for our drugs and I had to stay here and meet the new guy. I don’t remember his name; I was too high to even care what his name was. It started with a ‘K’ or maybe it was ‘C’. I know Robbie told me before she left- before reminding me that I was a lesbian and I better not let him touch me.

Well no duh he wouldn’t be touching me. I couldn’t stand the touch of a guy of any sort. Not even Nikki, Robbie’s gay brother, was allowed to touch me. Nikki and I got along real well, one of the reasons only I was allowed to call him Nikki, and he got away with calling me… well… absolutely anything really. Robbie and I… it’s not like we’re dating or anything. Seriously, we’re just roomies, but she’s different then anyone I’ve ever met. She told me once that the reason she wanted me as a roomie is that I was a les. I don’t know why that mattered; maybe it was because of Nikki… since he’s gay and all and won’t admit it. I won’t expect him to hit on me or something. Who knows… and honestly… I don’t really care.

I got a place to stay. I can do what the hell I want when I want. So what does it matter to me if Robbie doesn’t want a guy touching me? I took in a long hit of the cigarette that had been burning away between my fingers, cursing when the ash fell on my pant leg and there was a knock at the door.

Oh joy, he’s here. “Coming.” I called dully, rubbing the ash out on my leg and pushing myself off the dark leather couch that our last roommate just had to bring with him. He lasted less then a month, said his shit smelled too much like pot and cigarettes to take with him. Yay. More stuff for us. Didn’t really matter, Robbie and Nikki owned the place, we didn’t need his money.

I opened the door, expecting to see another tall, muscular man. Freaked out by the lesbians and hating-he-was-gay boy. The only thing I saw was a as short as me, which was sad since he was- in fact- a man. His pants were the perfect size for me, tight on his hips and flaring out at the bottom and his shirt was this to-die-for hot pink with hello kitty on the chest. His hair fell over his eyes some, and his smile was bright. “Hi!” He said, god even his voice was chipper. Nikki was going to hate him, “I’m Kyle.”

I gave him a smile of my own, “Come on in,” I said softly, moving away from the huge door that slide open and closed. “I’m Marti, I know Robbie was supposed to meet you, but she’s busy. So you’re stuck with me.” I told him, “Here’s the thing. I like you’re fashion sense. That alone makes me say yes. And since I’m the only one here I get the decision.” I turned to face him, eyeing him with a glassed over look in my grey orbs from my high, “We’re not gonna change the way we are for a new roomie. You stay out of Nikolai’s way. Always. You touch me, Robbie will kill you. Which doesn’t seem like it will be a problem, since it’s quite obvious you’re gay. And most importantly,” I crossed my arms over my chest, my face becoming beyond serious, which looked funny on me, and I knew it, “You touch mine or Robin’s drugs, we’ll kill you. Understood?”

Kyle’s smile never faltered, he just giggled, putting his hand over his mouth, “Ya’ll sound like a seriously lovely bunch.” He looked around, sizing up the place. “Well, as long as I can have my own room. I’ll be cool with anything.” He smiled at me again and I wanted to scream. That smile was contagious. I dropped the cigarette butt onto the ground, it having went out ion my hand and grabbing a new one.

“You’re room is this way.” I didn’t want to meet anyone else, and since I knew the others wouldn’t, Kyle was our new roommate. “And by the way, where did you get those shoes. They’re delicious.” He really was the most flamboyant gay kid I had ever met. And because of Nikki, I’ve met quite a lot of them. Nikki is so going to hate this kid.

I showed him around, offered him a drink, a cigarette, he refused both. The kid didn’t drink, he didn’t smoke, and he didn’t do drugs. Yet he was willingly staying here with us. It made me almost worried about it. So I asked.

“My parents died two months ago,” he told me, sitting on the couch with me after putting the magazines I had on there with me in a very neat pile on the coffee table, “They left me a lot of money, but I had to move out here to be able to get it. I don’t like living by myself. It’s not my thing. And when I heard that I’d have three roommates here, I thought it’d be a good place to be. What ya’ll do is totally you’re business, not mine. And what I do is myself is my business and not yours. Kay?”

I shrugged indifferently. Good reasons. I couldn’t feel sorry for him about loosing his parents though, I never had any to loose. “You’ll be different to live with Kyle.” I told him lighting my third cigarette since he walked in. Was I a chain smoker? Hell yeah. I was as bad as Robbie. “Good luck with the others.”

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|| Marti’s POV ||

I sat tiredly on the couch, downing the last of the beer in my hand and tossing the can over my shoulder, letting it hit the ground with a satisfying clatter that let me know it had hit the other cans that Robbie and I had thrown on the ground earlier, before she decided to go whore herself out for money for our drugs and I had to stay here and meet the new guy. I don’t remember his name; I was too high to even care what his name was. It started with a ‘K’ or maybe it was ‘C’. I know Robbie told me before she left- before reminding me that I was a lesbian and I better not let him touch me.

Well no duh he wouldn’t be touching me. I couldn’t stand the touch of a guy of any sort. Not even Nikki, Robbie’s gay brother, was allowed to touch me. Nikki and I got along real well, one of the reasons only I was allowed to call him Nikki, and he got away with calling me… well… absolutely anything really. Robbie and I… it’s not like we’re dating or anything. Seriously, we’re just roomies, but she’s different then anyone I’ve ever met. She told me once that the reason she wanted me as a roomie is that I was a les. I don’t know why that mattered; maybe it was because of Nikki… since he’s gay and all and won’t admit it. I won’t expect him to hit on me or something. Who knows… and honestly… I don’t really care.

I got a place to stay. I can do what the hell I want when I want. So what does it matter to me if Robbie doesn’t want a guy touching me? I took in a long hit of the cigarette that had been burning away between my fingers, cursing when the ash fell on my pant leg and there was a knock at the door.

Oh joy, he’s here. “Coming.” I called dully, rubbing the ash out on my leg and pushing myself off the dark leather couch that our last roommate just had to bring with him. He lasted less then a month, said his shit smelled too much like pot and cigarettes to take with him. Yay. More stuff for us. Didn’t really matter, Robbie and Nikki owned the place, we didn’t need his money.

I opened the door, expecting to see another tall, muscular man. Freaked out by the lesbians and hating-he-was-gay boy. The only thing I saw was a as short as me, which was sad since he was- in fact- a man. His pants were the perfect size for me, tight on his hips and flaring out at the bottom and his shirt was this to-die-for hot pink with hello kitty on the chest. His hair fell over his eyes some, and his smile was bright. “Hi!” He said, god even his voice was chipper. Nikki was going to hate him, “I’m Kyle.”

I gave him a smile of my own, “Come on in,” I said softly, moving away from the huge door that slide open and closed. “I’m Marti, I know Robbie was supposed to meet you, but she’s busy. So you’re stuck with me.” I told him, “Here’s the thing. I like you’re fashion sense. That alone makes me say yes. And since I’m the only one here I get the decision.” I turned to face him, eyeing him with a glassed over look in my grey orbs from my high, “We’re not gonna change the way we are for a new roomie. You stay out of Nikolai’s way. Always. You touch me, Robbie will kill you. Which doesn’t seem like it will be a problem, since it’s quite obvious you’re gay. And most importantly,” I crossed my arms over my chest, my face becoming beyond serious, which looked funny on me, and I knew it, “You touch mine or Robin’s drugs, we’ll kill you. Understood?”

Kyle’s smile never faltered, he just giggled, putting his hand over his mouth, “Ya’ll sound like a seriously lovely bunch.” He looked around, sizing up the place. “Well, as long as I can have my own room. I’ll be cool with anything.” He smiled at me again and I wanted to scream. That smile was contagious. I dropped the cigarette butt onto the ground, it having went out ion my hand and grabbing a new one.

“You’re room is this way.” I didn’t want to meet anyone else, and since I knew the others wouldn’t, Kyle was our new roommate. “And by the way, where did you get those shoes. They’re delicious.” He really was the most flamboyant gay kid I had ever met. And because of Nikki, I’ve met quite a lot of them. Nikki is so going to hate this kid.

I showed him around, offered him a drink, a cigarette, he refused both. The kid didn’t drink, he didn’t smoke, and he didn’t do drugs. Yet he was willingly staying here with us. It made me almost worried about it. So I asked.

“My parents died two months ago,” he told me, sitting on the couch with me after putting the magazines I had on there with me in a very neat pile on the coffee table, “They left me a lot of money, but I had to move out here to be able to get it. I don’t like living by myself. It’s not my thing. And when I heard that I’d have three roommates here, I thought it’d be a good place to be. What ya’ll do is totally you’re business, not mine. And what I do is myself is my business and not yours. Kay?”

I shrugged indifferently. Good reasons. I couldn’t feel sorry for him about loosing his parents though, I never had any to loose. “You’ll be different to live with Kyle.” I told him lighting my third cigarette since he walked in. Was I a chain smoker? Hell yeah. I was as bad as Robbie. “Good luck with the others.”