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Title: My Mysterious Roomate
Rated MChapter one: New apartment.
I nearly fell asleep against the taxi window but was too disgusted of the smell the overly large man emitted beside me. It was a little past midnight when I departed off the 11:30pm plane from Tokyo, and was now making my way towards my new apartment. It took me about half an hour to finally hail a taxi down at the airport, but I had to share with a man (now sitting beside me) who obviously had no idea that his clothes were too small for him emphasising his bulges. It was like he had painted on a t-shirt and trousers and I can tell you its no pretty site. If you wanted to you could probably rest pints on his hips.
You're probably wondering who I am. Well my name is Serena Jones-aka the biggest klutz in the world. I almost screw up everything I do, well try to do, that is. It doesn't help that I have blonde hair and blue eyes either because this makes everyone see me as the 'dumb blonde', but I'm not dumb at all! I'm actually very smart. (Top of my class back in the day). I just seem to get myself into the most bizarre situations that embarrass the hell out of me. Like once when I was in high school I played the drums for my band called the 'Tomcats', and we were asked to perform in front of the whole school. We were just coming up to the chorus of our first song when I accidentally let go of my drumstick, which hit our lead singer in the eye, and then he tumbled off the stage landing straight on top of, none other than the principal. She went to hospital with a broken arm and two fractured ribs; we were never aloud to play at our school again. You might think this is hilarious, but a week later I was kicked out of the Tomcats because 'I didn't suit the band'. I could have perused a career in music you know. This is only one of the hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of the absolutely, cruel situations I had to endure.
I am 23 and have just become the new editor of the famous fashion magazine 'fashion in NY', that's why I am here in New York (hint hint). I spent most of my time in my office till 2am back in Tokyo when I was working for my previous magazine company 'who's that?'. I'm going to admit that I am a work-a-holic, and this endangers my social life with my friends, and that probably explains why I don't have many. My only friends are my mum, and my best friend Molly, who put up with my early departing from our outings, and long hours. I always regret not spending enough time with Molly, she was always there if I needed a shoulder to cry on, or someone to confide to. Once she even took three days from her work, to nurse me when I had caught the stomach flew. This horrible flewl lasted a week, but I told her I had recovered and was only a little bit tired. I didn't want her to loose her job over me-that's the last thing I wanted. This is an example of me choosing my career over friends because I didn't want to leave Molly.
Finally, after several attempts, the stinky man managed to get out of the taxi.
"Where to ma'am?" the driver asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Ermm. Hang on one sec", searching through my very expensive loui vouton bag (which I don't regret buying) I tryed to find the address. Damn, damn, damn! Where is it? Please tell me I haven't lost it. Ah-huh! I Pulled out a piece of paper and read. "93 Valley Avenue thankyou".
Since my new magazine company needed me in New York ASAP, I didn't have time to look for an apartment, so they found one for me temporarily. They only decided to tell me a day before my flight that I would be SHARING with someone. This I don't like because I NEED to have my personal space, and plus I don't even know this person! They could be a serial murderer or something, and I might be dead by next week, chopped up into little pieces and scattered somewhere in a pine forest. Ok, I'm exaggerating, but still. Serena calm down, he or she might very nice and welcome me with a midnight snack.
Half an hour later of driving through the fabulous streets of NY, we finally stopped in front of a brick veneer building. It looked like it had about 20 stories, each room equip with a balcony. Paying the driver and eventually heaving my luggage out of the boot, I headed to the French doors entering the building. I actually managed to climb the stairs without tripping-that's a first.
The lobby was sumptuous! It had imperial black marble floors adorned with Persian red carpets, contrasting well with the clean white walls. Each wall was bearing heavy paintings, mainly of landscapes, and the high ceiling was hung with a beautiful crystal chandelier. I smiled politely at the man behind the reception. I walked to the elevators, pressed the button, and stepped inside. I looked at the piece of paper in my hand, which had the apartment number written on it. 'Floor 10, room 55'. Pressing the button I caught the turn of the music, humming it and tapping my black stilettos on the hard floor. Shit I'm nervous. What if my roommate hates me? God I hope not, that would be so bad especially if we are going to be living together. Let's hope it's not another Raye Benton who my last roomate. Ok, I'm not going get into that story because it will make me furious. Is it me? Or is this elevator going up extremely slow?
The thick steel doors finally opened and I stepped into the hallway. The hallway was almost as glamorous as the lobby. It had blood red carpet and pristine white walls carved with birds and flowers. I passed room 51, 52, 53, 54 and stopped at 55, which was right down the end.
I rummaged through my bag once more trying to find the keys I picked up from the airport. After about 2 minutes, I managed to find them and stick the piece of metal into the lock. I gasped in some air before I entered
Its pitch black. The person must be asleep, but I don't blame him or her, it is after all past midnight, so much for a midnight snack though. Sigh. The door slammed behind me making me shriek "Fuck! That scared me". I put down my bags and searched the doorframe for a light switch-nope, no light here. I tryed to open the door but was locked or something! Shit, just my luck! Now I have to search for a light switch in a pitch-black room.
I walked forward with my arms stretched out in front like I was playing Marco polo, allowing myself to feel for furniture. I stepped lightly around something soft-must be a couch. Then suddenly, the light flicks on scaring the shit out of me. My foot suddenly became caught under a rug of some sort causing me to fall. I closed my eyes waiting for the collision with the floor when something warm grabbed me. I looked up to be met with the most amazing midnight blue eyes.
"And who the fuck are you?" the irresistible hunky, but very looking tired looking stranger questioned me.
"I..er…um", You idiot! A great first impression Serena. Stutter much? "I-I think I'm your new roommate", god this man is half naked! I stepped out of his arms adjusting my clothes because my skirt had ridden up just below my panties. God he's still staring at me, ONLY wearing boxers. I gazed at his feet unable to stop my wondering eyes. I made my way to his torso which was VERY toned with the most remarkable abs I've ever seen. And then came to contact with his pecks (which are also unbelievably well muscled) until I reached his face. Chiselled jaw line with silky ebony hair-this man is every woman's fantasy! I barely even tickle his shoulders in height!
"Are you done checking me out yet?" He asked as his left eyebrow cocked while a smirk was creeping along his lips. I controlled my wondering eyes and straightened my back looking very professional." You must be Serena. I was told you were coming tomorrow, but maybe I heard wrong" God his stare is smouldering and hot-it feels like I'm in a sauna.
"Y-yes. I'm Serena Jones. You're new roommate. Sorry if I had…" I trailed off as he brushed past me. What are rude jerk! I am trying to apologize here! As he left my presence to probably go to the kitchen, I surveyed the room, surprised at how tidy it was. Men are usually slobs aren't they? It's very masculine with black carpet and cream walls. The lounge room was located in the far left corner with a huge plasma. I have to watch my favourite scary movies on that! Below the lounge room is a door obviously leading into the hallway and opposite that was the kitchen. The mahogany dinning table, which was at the far right of the room, only seated two people. I walked to the edge of the kitchen and see the strangers back to me at the sink drinking water. He even has a fantastic back!
" I didn't catch your name," I asked watching him drink the last of his water. He set down the glass on the sink, and then turned around to face me
"Darien" he simply replied.
"I didn't thankyou before for catching me. I'm sucker for klutz attacks," I laughed but obviously it wasn't funny to Darien "I was wondering if you could show me where my room is?" This man is seriously hot. I just want to smother chocolate syrup on him and lick it all off. Stop thinking sexual thoughts about people Serena! One day it's going to get you in deep trouble.
"This way" again he just walked past me. Darien may be Johnny Dept handsome, but he sure is an uptight bastard.
I followed him down the hall until he stopped at the second door on the right. He opened the door and stood beside it, once again looking at me intensely.
"This is your room. The one next to it is the bathroom and the door at the end is mine" he gestured towards the end of the hall.
"Right. Well, I might unpack now and go to bed. Thanks again and I hope we can become best friends" I said with a noticeable cheesy smile. What was that? 'Best friends'? Your not in primary school anymore Serena! You as well throw a tea party while you're at it.
He gave me a puzzled look, then walked to his room and slammed the door all while I stared at his gorgeous ass. I gathered my self together and walked back to the lounge room to heave my luggage to my room. My bedroom walls were painted a soft yellow with white carpet. In the middle of the room is a massive king sized bed holding an earthy green bed cover. Opposite the bed was a built in robe and mirror hanging on the wall beside it.
I took off my black skirt and blouse and hung them in the robe and then changed into my pyjamas which are a white spaghetti strapped T, and Mickey Mouse bottoms. I retreated to my ever so comfortable bed, and let myself wonder what tomorrow will bring and dreaming of certain ebony haired man.