Musings from the Left Side of the Couch

by Cannibalistic Skittles

You don't know what you were thinking, now. You moved from one place to the next, changing from a jealous boyfriend to a hypersensitive OCD freak. Still, things were bound to look up, right? Reader insert, title subject to change.

1. Chapter One: The Move

You remembered the landlord man (you didn't know his real job title, and you didn't care; you gave him money, he gave you a key) as being a small, nervous-looking man with over-greased black hair.

He had to warn you, he said, there were reasons the previous tenant moved out.

You were so deliriously happy, finally making a fresh start, that you cut him off, happily agreeing to take it all, the good and the bad.

Now, as you stood in the lowest floor of the complex staring at the 'Out of Order' sign on the elevator, heavy luggage in hand, being lectured to by a ridiculously tall and thin man, you thought:

…

Maybe you should have listened to what those cons were…

"…Of course, there will be no walking with shoes allowed, and absolutely no whistling will be permitted. You don't talk much; that's good. Keep it that way. Furthermore, the pipes in the…"

Oh yeah. Definitely should have listened.