I groaned as my best friend dragged me to one of the biggest parties the year. I was already regretting saying yes to go in the first place. I hated parties, the people there were all drunk, smelly, assholes and I hated them all. "Oh come on Nico. You own me and this is my request unless you want me to tell about that one thing."

"I said I'd go, not have a good time, Reyna." She rolled her eyes at me and pulled me into the house. It was crowded and smelled like I thought it would have.

"I'll get us a drink, what do you want?" Reyna asked. "Cherry Coke." I looked around at the old trashed house. The walls used to be some white color and somehow turned to a clay color. 'Even clean this would look like shit,' I thought. I didn't recognize anyone there, even if this was going to be my last year at the college. I never socialize with anyone and if I did they would just run away after I opened my mouth.

I met Reyna during my first year, she was in one of my science classes till she switched careers the next semester. We sat next to each other and unlike me, she took quick notes. I always had trouble writing quickly, the letters just seemed to go in every direction except the correct way. Man do I hate dyslexia with a passion.

What shocked me the most was that Reyna and I had stayed friends this long. The first words I told her was that she looked like shit, but to my surprise, she agreed and told me I looked the same. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

She was one of the first people I came out to and she even bought me a rainbow cupcake the next day.

She walked back with a red solo cup filled with gods knows what and a can of cherry coke. "Here ya go," she handed it to me. "So what eye candy are you looking at tonight?" I nearly choked on the sip of coke and glared at her. "My bed."

"Come on Nico, you need to get out there and have some fun. It's your last year then the only bodies you'll be examining will be the ones covered in blood."

I shake my head, "So be it. I don't want a relationship and definitely not one with someone here." She downed her drink and grabbed my hands causing me to drop my drink. "Fine but you're dancing with me before I get too drunk and forget this moment." She pulled me into the living room where the music was the loudest.

"You're going to forget this anyway," I told her, but she started dancing. I danced for one song only because I somewhat liked it. But when the next song came on and I stopped. I'm not much into the new 'popular' music that everyone and their mother listens to. I like the classics or rock not much in-between.

The place only got more crowded by the hour and I just wanted to be anywhere else. People kept bumping into me and it was getting annoying. Reyna was drunk and making out with her girlfriend by the stairs. "Great," I muttered at the two.

I walked over to the kitchen to get another drink when a girl put her arms on my shoulders. "You're cute!" She leaned in like she was going to kiss me. I pulled her arms off me in discussed. "Mangia merde e morte," I muttered. It was one of my favorite sayings. When I was a kid and lived in Italy I remember my dad saying it a lot. Basically, it means "eat shit and die," I thought it suited the situation well.

The girl just climbed onto another guy and I walked out the kitchen door instead of getting my drink. I had to get out of there before I threw up. I sat down with my back on the cold brick house. The sky had no stars to be seen and the only light outside was the colorful lights inside shining out into the yard.

I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. I barely got one drag out of it before some guy walked out. "You know those will kill you," he said. "That's the dream," I replied. If smoking was the worse thing I did to my body, I was grateful. There are so many more harmful things people do to their bodies than smoke though it's not a habit I'm proud of, but it's better than the old ones I use to have.

I couldn't see him all that well but I could tell he was tall, at least a whole head taller than me. Then again most people were taller than me. The only person that was shorter than me was my younger sister, Hazel.

"Couldn't take the party either?" I ask after a few minutes of silence. "Yeah, just not feeling it tonight. I told my friend Cecil I'd go but now he's nowhere to be found."

"I was blackmailed into coming by a friend and the last I saw she was making out with her girlfriend." I took a drag out of my cigarette and then put it out in the dirt not wanting to be bothered.

"Well, at least you know where she is. Cecil was my ride and I live nowhere near campus."

I laughed, "Sucks to be you." He chuckled and later walked back inside to find his friend. I waited outside a little longer. The cold wind made me feel numb but I ignore it and looked on my phone.

I made sure I set all my alarms for tomorrow's classes and read a few chapters of a book. I looked at the time and it was only ten. I pulled out a pair of earbuds turning my music up loud enough to block out the crap music in the house.

I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jump a little pulling one of the earbuds out. The girl had short black hair with a little touch of blue to it. She looked like the type of girl who would punch you for fun. "Reyna said to get you to come in."

"Why, so I can watch you two make out more?" I asked. She laughed, "No she wanted you to have fun before we leave, but I can kiss her more if you want."

"No, let's go in," I said quickly and got up. I followed Thalia inside and over to Reyna. It was probably a good twenty degrees hotter inside. By this time everyone was drunk in the worst way. Pastout, vomiting, or yelling. I never understood why people drank for 'fun' I mean what's fun about not being in control of your own actions?

"Nico!" Reyna slurred. She pulled me to dance with her again. Thalia laughed at us as she watched. "You two can't dance to save your lives," Thalia yelled. I had to agree with her we really couldn't dance.

"Show us how it's done then, Grace," I dared her. Thalia wasn't one to turn down a dare. She turned the music up louder and danced along with it. She was better than I thought. She even managed to do a backflip in the crowded room.

"Okay you proved a point," I said to her. Reyna smiled at her, "Great job, Thals!" We hung around for a few more minutes until I could finally get Reyna and Thalia into my car. "I think it would have been easier to kidnap a small village," I grumble getting into the driver's seat of my black mustang.

I turned on the radio and drove to Thalia's apartment, there was no way they were going to say at my house 'the extra drive will be worth it in the morning,' I told myself. The last time I let them say let's just say I couldn't get a bag quick enough and there was green stuff on my rug.

I waited until they were both safely inside before driving to my house in silence. It seemed like too much work to turn the radio back on so I didn't. The streets were like something you'd see in one of those shows about an apocalypse or something. It was perfect and peaceful to see hardly any vehicles or people on the way to my house.

I pulled into the messy garage and walked into the house making sure all the doors and windows were locked before getting ready for bed. I've always was a little paranoid ever since I started to live alone. It's better to be sure you're safe, or as safe as you can be.

I showered getting the smell of the frat house off me. The smell of lemons filled the air as I washed my hair. I got dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, jumping into bed to read over my notes before tomorrow's classes.

I walked out to the kitchen to get a glass of water before bed and noticed a red light on my house phone. I push the button and it plays the message. "Mr. di Angelo, you're late on your rent again if you don't get it to me by the end of his month I will have no other choice then to kick you out. Pay up!" The message ended.

'Late yet again,' I delete the message and go to bed. It was a problem for tomorrow. I didn't want to think about any money or rent stuff anymore. I worked sure, but it wasn't enough to cover rent unless I never eat or have electric.

This place was just getting to be more work than I originally thought. The yard was a pain to keep up with even if it's not that big. But the thought of moving just made me sick. This was my home even if I pay rent for it.

"Why does this living thing have to be difficult?" I ask as if someone was going to answer me.

I turned off the lights and tried to sleep but it was no use my brain was awake therefore so was I. It was midnight by now and I had to be up in four hours. I grab my laptop and look up ways to get money.

I found nothing useful so I did what my head told me not to do. Looked for a roommate.

This house was big enough for two people to live comfortably and with it being pretty close to the college, a student might even take the offer which could be cool or go horribly wrong.

I wrote down the stuff they would need to know about the house, how much they would pay per month and a few rules. It was basic human courtesy things but you'd be surprised on how many people don't have that.

I got up again and took a few pictures to show what the place looked like. I also wrote a short description of the rooms.

The house was pretty new everything was updated when I moved in. The walls were all light gray except the bathroom was for some reason bright ass yellow.

It was a two bedroom, one bath, about a thousand square foot house and if they wanted space in the garage they would have to clean it out to make room.

"Okay, that looks good to me." I set my computer down after posting the ad for a roommate. I yawned but turned on the tv instead of going to sleep. "Enjoy the freedom of living alone while it lasts," I grumble at the thought.

I turn off the lights leaving only the glow of the tv in the room. As I climbed back into my fluffy bed. I pulled over a few blankets and fixed the pillows until I finally fell asleep.