So, I decided to write this. Duh.
During ATU.
I own nothing, but my little friend Pepper.
Review, please?
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"This is Pepper's room." Sadie waved a hand carelessly over at an open door, and the boys peered inside to see paintings done all over the walls, clothes strewn on the floor, and dishes left everywhere.
Sadie shut the door. "I asked her to clean it, but…" She shrugged. "Your rooms are up there."
Max, ironically not liking the mysterious room, continued walking. But Jude stayed, looking at the door as if it would open magically. He was glued to that room… he seemed to be intrigued by the drawings and paintings done all over the place.
"Man, come on." Max said, looking at Jude curiously.
Jude looked over, snapping back into reality, and followed, feeling a bit more confident that this place was going to be as cool as it seemed.
"Take a look around. There's a bathroom by the end of the hall, but Pepper is monopolizing that…" Sadie muttered her name like it was a nuisance just to mention her. "But, she pays the rent, unlike my last tenant. Real bummer losin' him." She explained in her southern accent. "He played sax at The Gaslight. Out all night, slept all day."
She turned around, expecting them to say something.
Jude fille din the empty spaces. "Oh, uh, we could do that."
"You'd have to man, I'm a singer. Can't have no one messin' up my beauty sleep before two o' clock."
"Are you… famous, Sadie?" Jude asked, a hint of mockery outlining his words.
Max, worried about his reputation with the landlady who happened to be quite pretty, hit him lightly on the chest. "Man…" He warned quietly, but Sadie smiled coolly and answered his question.
"Not yet." She raised an eyebrow at the boys, smiling. "I'm going to need two weeks in advance, guys, is that a problem?" She shot back in defense towards Jude's question.
"Oh, no, that's not a problem." Max said hastily, reaching for the wallet in his back pocket while side stepping away from a cat who gracefully walked by Max.
Shit. Max thought to himself. This apartments full of fucking cats.
He handed her a handful of bills, and she took them slowly, still smiling.
"You looked kind of clean cut. Then again, you could have murdered your granny with a hammer."
She walked past a string of beads into her room. The boys exchanged looks before following her.
"This is my room." She added, turning around. "Out of bounds."
The boys felt their faces burn from embarrassment. They were hanging on her every word.
They were about to turn around before Sadie asked in her distinctive voice, "You two have good memories of faces?"
Max looked around anxiously, thinking of something clever to say. Instead, he spat out, "Yeah, I think so, why?"
"There's no mirror in your bathroom." She grinned widely, expecting a smile from them. But they were staring, their mouths practically on the floor.
They were finally in New York, away from it all, and with this drop dead gorgeous landlady.
Things seemed like they couldn't get any better as Max wrapped his arms around his best friends leather jacket.
That's when Pepper got home.