I stood outside of my house, fumbling with my rather large key ring, trying
to find the right key to open the front door.
"Three months I've lived here, and I still can't work out which key is which" I muttered out loud to myself.
Finally I managed to get the door open, and I quietly made my way into the house, through the short corridor into the main living room, where I quickly threw my keys on the living room table, and draped my coat over the blue sofa. I made my way over to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and glanced at the kitchen clock: 12:35.
I took a mouthful of water and made my way back to the small corridor, where the stairs were situated. I felt a small smile appearing on my face as I walked up the stairs towards his room.
I quietly knocked on his door; I wasn't surprised when he didn't answer. He was probably asleep. I slowly opened the door, and sure enough, he was in bed, asleep. As I walked over to his bed side, my smile grew larger. I leaned over him while he slept, and lightly blew on his face, and his eyes began to flicker open. He lightly groaned and turned over.
"Come on Randy! Wake-ie, wake-ie!" I told him, He groaned again, and turned over to face me.
"Rachel," He said in a croaky voice, obviously the tonsillitis had not yet completely gone. "I was having the best dream! Halle Berry, Cameron Diaz and Britney Spears all over me in bathing suits and..." I turned to sit on the rocking chair at his bedside; I hopped on, and crossed my legs, giving Randy a chance to sit up.
"Ok, Ok," I said interrupting him, "I don't think I want to know all of the details, I know what your dreams are like." I took another sip of my mineral water, and then offered him some; he took the bottle and began to drink, wincing slightly at the pain of his throat while he swallowed.
"Anyway," He said, adjusting the pillows underneath himself, "What if there had been a girl in here with me?" I began to laugh,
"Yeah, right Randy, I've lived here, what, three months now... and I haven't seen you with a girl here yet"
"Well, I get all my girls on the road" He smiled at me cockily, expecting me to believe him. I rolled my eyes, and we both laughed. I was one of the few people who knew what Randy was really like, and the truth is, he is the total opposite of that evolution persona he plays up to on TV. OK, so maybe he does party hard... but when it comes to girls, well, he's nowhere near as bad as he is on TV. "Anyway," Randy said snapping me out of my thoughts, "How am I supposed to bring them back here? I don't think too many girls would be thrilled to hear I live with my ex-girlfriend."
"I suppose that is true" He handed the bottle of mineral water back to me, with a tiny bit of water left in the bottom, "Finish it, I don't want your germs" I smiled at him.
"Did you have a good day at work?" He drank the last bit of water from the bottle.
"No," I sighed, I hated my job so much. I worked as a receptionist, it was terrible, the people I worked with were dull, as were the guests. I guess it was just frustrating to work there. "I'm going to see if I can find a new job, I'm fed up of working at that shit hole of a hotel." I said bringing my legs up and resting my chin on my knees.
"Poor Rachel" He said reaching out to stroke the back of my hand. "What kind of job are you thinking about getting?"
"I don't really know, there's supposed to be a new bar opening just a few blocks away, I'll probably apply there." Randy sighed,
"Your so much better than these jobs Rach," I smiled at him, he could be so sweet, when he wasn't trying to wind me up. He continued, "Why don't you go to college or something?"
"I really would Randy, but I can't afford it."
"You know, I could lend you some money, just to get you started, you could get a student loan, there's a college not far away from here, why don't you look into that? You could still live here then," I put my hand up to stop him from going on, the way he nagged me about this you'd think he was my mother.
I don't need his money; him and his family have already done so much for me. My mother died when I born, and my father died just after my sixteenth birthday, and Randy's family had taken me in. Randy and I were going out back then. We lasted just over three years, it was a mutual decision, we just grew apart, he went off to join the marines, and I was getting ready to go to medical school.
However, it turned out that in my dad's last few days he had lost all of our savings, everything he had worked for. Meaning that, unless I wanted a mountain of debt the size of Mount Everest, I wasn't getting to university.
"Just remember Rach, the money is always there if you need it." I nodded; it was sweet the way he always looked out for me. You see, he was the one who suggested I move in with him. I couldn't afford the rent with the minimum wage job I'm on, so he offered to help. Then again, that's just Randy.
I saw Randy stretch and yawn.
"You should get some rest, otherwise you'll never get better, and I'll have to deal with you being here even longer" I said smiling again.
"I was resting before you came in here!" He told me sinking back down into his bed.
"Hey, you told me to come in and see you when I got in from work" I said getting up and tucking him back into bed.
"I know" He told me, he was getting all serious again. "I worry about you Rach, you know I do."
"I'll be fine, you see, I've got this amazing ex-boyfriend who doesn't seem to care when I leech off of his success. He's a famous WWE wrestler by the way" We both started laughing.
"I'm not sure if I'm famous yet" Randy said going a bit shy.
"Your famous to me" I re-assured him, I ran my fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Anyway," I said jumping up, "You get some rest, I'll bring up some soup in a bit, and I bet you haven't eaten much all day."
"Gee, thanks mom"
"Get some sleep" I told him, leaving the room.
*
I made my way back down stairs, and back into the kitchen. Once again I glanced at the clock on the wall. 1:00am
"Better make myself some quick tea before I head off to bed too" I muttered to myself, looking through the cupboards.
"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity" Randy said walking into the kitchen. I almost jumped out of my skin!
"Randy" I said, putting my hand to my chest, just to check my heart is still beating, "You made me jump"
"I know" He told me smiling.
"Anyway, I thought I told you to go and get some rest."
"Yea, but I never do what you say" He told me before bending down to look through all the tins in the cupboard. "Besides, I wanted that soup now, rather than later, and like I always say, if you want something done right, don't let Rachel do it" he laughed,
"Go and sit down, I'll make it for you" I tried to tell him sternly, but he just ignored me.
"Listen" Randy said standing up "You've been on your feet all day, your tired." He told me. He turned me around and held my shoulders, walking me in the direction of the sofa in the living room. "Whereas, I have mostly been eating, sleeping and lazing about all day, the joys of being ill,"
"Randy..."
"Sit!" He began to walk back into the kitchen "Women!" He muttered to himself, purposely loud enough so I could still hear. "It's only a microwave meal; really, you do not have to do everything for me just because I let you stay here. It's my pleasure, honest"
"Three months I've lived here, and I still can't work out which key is which" I muttered out loud to myself.
Finally I managed to get the door open, and I quietly made my way into the house, through the short corridor into the main living room, where I quickly threw my keys on the living room table, and draped my coat over the blue sofa. I made my way over to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and glanced at the kitchen clock: 12:35.
I took a mouthful of water and made my way back to the small corridor, where the stairs were situated. I felt a small smile appearing on my face as I walked up the stairs towards his room.
I quietly knocked on his door; I wasn't surprised when he didn't answer. He was probably asleep. I slowly opened the door, and sure enough, he was in bed, asleep. As I walked over to his bed side, my smile grew larger. I leaned over him while he slept, and lightly blew on his face, and his eyes began to flicker open. He lightly groaned and turned over.
"Come on Randy! Wake-ie, wake-ie!" I told him, He groaned again, and turned over to face me.
"Rachel," He said in a croaky voice, obviously the tonsillitis had not yet completely gone. "I was having the best dream! Halle Berry, Cameron Diaz and Britney Spears all over me in bathing suits and..." I turned to sit on the rocking chair at his bedside; I hopped on, and crossed my legs, giving Randy a chance to sit up.
"Ok, Ok," I said interrupting him, "I don't think I want to know all of the details, I know what your dreams are like." I took another sip of my mineral water, and then offered him some; he took the bottle and began to drink, wincing slightly at the pain of his throat while he swallowed.
"Anyway," He said, adjusting the pillows underneath himself, "What if there had been a girl in here with me?" I began to laugh,
"Yeah, right Randy, I've lived here, what, three months now... and I haven't seen you with a girl here yet"
"Well, I get all my girls on the road" He smiled at me cockily, expecting me to believe him. I rolled my eyes, and we both laughed. I was one of the few people who knew what Randy was really like, and the truth is, he is the total opposite of that evolution persona he plays up to on TV. OK, so maybe he does party hard... but when it comes to girls, well, he's nowhere near as bad as he is on TV. "Anyway," Randy said snapping me out of my thoughts, "How am I supposed to bring them back here? I don't think too many girls would be thrilled to hear I live with my ex-girlfriend."
"I suppose that is true" He handed the bottle of mineral water back to me, with a tiny bit of water left in the bottom, "Finish it, I don't want your germs" I smiled at him.
"Did you have a good day at work?" He drank the last bit of water from the bottle.
"No," I sighed, I hated my job so much. I worked as a receptionist, it was terrible, the people I worked with were dull, as were the guests. I guess it was just frustrating to work there. "I'm going to see if I can find a new job, I'm fed up of working at that shit hole of a hotel." I said bringing my legs up and resting my chin on my knees.
"Poor Rachel" He said reaching out to stroke the back of my hand. "What kind of job are you thinking about getting?"
"I don't really know, there's supposed to be a new bar opening just a few blocks away, I'll probably apply there." Randy sighed,
"Your so much better than these jobs Rach," I smiled at him, he could be so sweet, when he wasn't trying to wind me up. He continued, "Why don't you go to college or something?"
"I really would Randy, but I can't afford it."
"You know, I could lend you some money, just to get you started, you could get a student loan, there's a college not far away from here, why don't you look into that? You could still live here then," I put my hand up to stop him from going on, the way he nagged me about this you'd think he was my mother.
I don't need his money; him and his family have already done so much for me. My mother died when I born, and my father died just after my sixteenth birthday, and Randy's family had taken me in. Randy and I were going out back then. We lasted just over three years, it was a mutual decision, we just grew apart, he went off to join the marines, and I was getting ready to go to medical school.
However, it turned out that in my dad's last few days he had lost all of our savings, everything he had worked for. Meaning that, unless I wanted a mountain of debt the size of Mount Everest, I wasn't getting to university.
"Just remember Rach, the money is always there if you need it." I nodded; it was sweet the way he always looked out for me. You see, he was the one who suggested I move in with him. I couldn't afford the rent with the minimum wage job I'm on, so he offered to help. Then again, that's just Randy.
I saw Randy stretch and yawn.
"You should get some rest, otherwise you'll never get better, and I'll have to deal with you being here even longer" I said smiling again.
"I was resting before you came in here!" He told me sinking back down into his bed.
"Hey, you told me to come in and see you when I got in from work" I said getting up and tucking him back into bed.
"I know" He told me, he was getting all serious again. "I worry about you Rach, you know I do."
"I'll be fine, you see, I've got this amazing ex-boyfriend who doesn't seem to care when I leech off of his success. He's a famous WWE wrestler by the way" We both started laughing.
"I'm not sure if I'm famous yet" Randy said going a bit shy.
"Your famous to me" I re-assured him, I ran my fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Anyway," I said jumping up, "You get some rest, I'll bring up some soup in a bit, and I bet you haven't eaten much all day."
"Gee, thanks mom"
"Get some sleep" I told him, leaving the room.
*
I made my way back down stairs, and back into the kitchen. Once again I glanced at the clock on the wall. 1:00am
"Better make myself some quick tea before I head off to bed too" I muttered to myself, looking through the cupboards.
"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity" Randy said walking into the kitchen. I almost jumped out of my skin!
"Randy" I said, putting my hand to my chest, just to check my heart is still beating, "You made me jump"
"I know" He told me smiling.
"Anyway, I thought I told you to go and get some rest."
"Yea, but I never do what you say" He told me before bending down to look through all the tins in the cupboard. "Besides, I wanted that soup now, rather than later, and like I always say, if you want something done right, don't let Rachel do it" he laughed,
"Go and sit down, I'll make it for you" I tried to tell him sternly, but he just ignored me.
"Listen" Randy said standing up "You've been on your feet all day, your tired." He told me. He turned me around and held my shoulders, walking me in the direction of the sofa in the living room. "Whereas, I have mostly been eating, sleeping and lazing about all day, the joys of being ill,"
"Randy..."
"Sit!" He began to walk back into the kitchen "Women!" He muttered to himself, purposely loud enough so I could still hear. "It's only a microwave meal; really, you do not have to do everything for me just because I let you stay here. It's my pleasure, honest"
