It's Saturday night. I want to sleep, or maybe just work, here, alone, in the silence. But it's Saturday night and I live in an apartment. I slam my fist into the wall, furious at no one in particular for having a good time and drinking a bit too much and having their music turned on a bit too loud. I curse those kids next door for partying here instead of in one of their fancy clubs.
Those kids.
Ha. I'm scarcely more than a kid myself, but somehow I find myself being so much more mature than those idiots dancing away to some techno crap on the other side of my excruciatingly thin wall. I briefly consider yelling some nasty insult at the morons, but I know I'm better than that so I just ignore them. Hopefully sooner or later they'll quiet down or move the party elsewhere. Ha. Of course they won't.

It's Monday morning, about nine o' clock. I woke up hours ago – I barely ever sleep - but why should I bother going anywhere? I don't work, since my grandmother died a few years ago and I got all her money. I have no friends – not that I need them. Hence, there's hardly ever a reason to leave my apartment.
I never have much of an appetite when I wake up, thus I've waited till now with my breakfast. I make my way over to the fridge. Fuck. There's no milk. I desperately need my waffles in the morning – it's a habit I've had since childhood – so I'll just have to go buy some milk. Fuuck. I wasn't planning on going anywhere! I was planning on sitting at home, making my art, in my blissful silence and solitude. Not go to a stupid, noisy supermarket with stupid, noisy people to buy milk. I frown irritably, grab my keys and cell and start half-walking, half-running to the supermarket. It's a short walk, and it's a beautiful day, but I don't particularly feel like stopping to enjoy the sunshine. When I get to the supermarket, I just walk straight past the people and the shelves and the noise and to the dairy section. I grab a few cartons of milk and make my way to the register.
A gasp.
A glimpse of blonde hair.
Then, a loud thud and before I know it I'm on the floor and one of the milk cartons is broken and there's milk all over my shirt and the person in front of me is angry and I can't see why.
"Hey, redhead! Watch where the fuck you're going, un!!"
The person – is it a girl or a boy? – is glaring daggers at me, but at the sight of my usual icy cold glare he – I'm almost certain it's a he – pulls back in what may or may not be fear.
"Shut the hell up and get me a new carton of milk, blondie. Congratulations, you just might have ruined my day!"
He flinches and looks away.
"I-I'm sorry, un… I'll pay for your shirt."
Then he gets a dangerous glint in his eyes as he smiles at me.
"Or… I could take you out to lunch, un."
I raise an eyebrow.
"I've never met you before, you just ruined my shirt and a carton of perfectly good milk, and you want me to have lunch with you?"
"Why not? I've apologized by going on dates with people before, un, and I don't see why you should be any different!"
"Thanks, but I don't date whores. Will you please give me my money and get out of my face?"
He looks shocked. And angry. I think he was under the impression that I somehow liked him.
The idiot.
"That was extremely rude. But I'm going to be nice and say we can still have lunch. Come on… it won't even be a date! Just an apology, un."
I sigh.
"Will you keep annoying me until I say yes?"
"Yes, un!"
"Then fine."
He squeals – stupid girly fuck – and smiles widely.
"I'll give you my phone number, un!"