Moving into a new place was always exhausting, that's how Claire had ended up practically collapsing in her new bed. She had moved in to her new apartment that following Sunday morning and had spent all day unpacking.

The redhead was the kind of girl who needed to have everything tide, cleaned, and in its place. She couldn't live with the few luggage cases she had travelled with be sit there. She also felt the need to clean every corner of her new room and readjust the furniture to her liking. She had moved the bed around, leaving it in the middle of the room — not too close to the window nor the door. She had also made sure the study desk was by the window, so she could take advantage of the sunlight without the reflection threatening to leave her blind.

That Sunday afternoon, Owen had so kindly offered her some space in the bathroom cabinet under the sink. Yes, they were to share a bathroom, it would be something interesting to see. After all, it hadn't been ten minutes when they were already having some disagreements about it. She had put some towels in her new space (no problem with those), as well as a box of tampons — these apparently were out of space objects for the man she had agreed to be roommates with.

"I'm sure you keep a box of condoms here somewhere!" Claire argued.

"So?"

"If you get to keep your small sized condoms in here, why can't I keep my tampons here as well?" She spat.

"WHOA, I'm not near close to being a small size, Princess!" He was offended, the nerve! Claire crossed her arms against her chest and let her eyes fall down to his crutch before offering him an incredulous look. Owen was looking for the box in the one drawer he had kept, it was a mice nest and Claire wondered how he managed to find anything there. Once he found the box, he handed it over to the redhead for her to see herself, "you can read right? What does it say over here!?" He tapped with his finger, "extra large. large!" He answered his own question for her.

"Please, that doesn't mean anything!" She smiled noticing how her insult had triggered him, "you can easily get an extra large box and fill it with your actual size so you don't feel bad about having a teenie-weenie..."

"Do you want me to go through an inspection? Because I'm not shy!" He started undoing his belt and was more than ready to pull down his jeans and boxers for her too see.

"Ugh, I'm not interested in seeing it... not now, not ever." The redhead looked away before trying to retake on the subject. "I'm keeping the tampons in here, you won't even be able to tell!" She rolled her eyes, "unless you'll be lurking on my side for some reason."

Owen rolled his eyes and went back to fixing his belt, his hazel eyes following her out of the bathroom. Once she was gone, he didn't hesitate to start lurking around the different kind of beauty supplies she had neatly set on her side of the sink counter. The redhead had set them up in an specific order, one Owen immediately started to mess with the moment he grabbed the first flask at his hand's reach.

It was her perfume, he opened it and wrinkled his nose at the scent. He put it back down, ignoring the previous position it had been on. The next thing he grabbed was her body lotion, he took the lid off and sniffed it. It was vanilla scent, one he immediately recognized as that peculiar scent in her that he couldn't get enough of. The young man smiled to himself and leaning back to peek through the door — make sure she wasn't near by, he poured some on his finger and rubbed it around his wrist.

He didn't feel like he was done messing with her things until after he had squeezed her shampoo bottle and made it blow some bubbles and had washed his hands with the soap she used for her face. He even used some acne wash just in case. The man-child made sure to leave everything in order without realizing he had altered it, and left the bathroom.

The redhead woke up that next Monday morning in a room brightly cleaned, she checked the time on the alarm clock she had set on her nightstand — it was only six in the morning, her body was used to waking her up early, it didn't matter the day or of she was on vacation. She didn't mind it though, at least not any more. Claire was wearing a pair of hunter green flannel pajama pants and a white tank top.

It was until she stepped out of her room when she was reminded that the rest of the apartment was a mess. She quietly walked to the kitchen, her bare feet feeling the cold of the ceramic tile floor beneath them. She wrinkled her nose at the sight and smell of the pile of dishes Owen had over the sink.

Claire pulled the fridge door open, she was hungry and looking for some breakfast, this one was practically empty. She reached out for some containers and immediately threw them away after finding the left overs in them were way passed their expiration date. In fact, almost ninety percent of the food in there was expired including four out of the five cartons of milk Owen kept in there for some reason.

She sighed after emptying the fridge and moved to search for some food in the cupboards. The redhead found his cereal and taking the box in her hands, rolled her eyes, "'I share everything but my Lucky Charms'." She snorted, "I'm not five." She mumbled to herself and put it back down. After looking for something eatable for about five minutes, Claire found some peanut butter and bread. She figured that would have to do, so for the first time in years...she had a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast, with a glass of water because the orange juice was expired and she didn't trust his good milk.

After breakfast, she started washing that pile of dishes. She hated to do the chores for him but knew it was the only way to get it done. She was determined to clean that apartment and make it a place suitable to live in, and from that day on make sure he kept it that way. The redhead wasn't going to turn into his maid either, she'd make sure to split those chores in half for him to help around, too.

After the dishes were done, she cleaned the rest of the kitchen — including the fridge which stunk horribly. Leaving the kitchen impecable took her about an hour, and now she was ready to move on and start with the living room.

She gathered piles of things she figured he had even forgotten existed, like a baseball bat and an old GameCube console. By the time she was done cleaning under the couch and every corner of the apartment, she had gathered a few boxes of stuff that could be easily sold on eBay and a box with four different styles of panties and three bras — neither of them were from the same set. Not that she had any doubts, but this confirmed she would need to either get soundproof earplugs or ask Owen to tell her in advance he would be bringing a lady friend over; this so she could stay in her office that night.

By noon, the redhead had left that apartment, including the bathroom, smelling like clean for the first time in a long while. Her white tank top was now grey, but she didn't mind. She gathered the garbage bags she had filled and dragged them outside. After a couple of trips, she had managed to take them all out and also the boxes of crap she had put together.

Claire took the liberty to display them outside their building and start selling them to the people walking by. What difference did it make? To have them lost in his apartment, thrown away, or sold.. with the latter she was at least making some money.

'One's trash is another's treasure' was a saying for a reason; Claire had managed to make almost a hundred dollars with all that crap. She ran to the nearby store and got all sorts of groceries with the money; fresh fruit, milk, some vegetables, and even some snacks...among other things.

She was glad she didn't have to formally start her new job until Wednesday since that had left her the whole day free to settle up properly, that included unpacking, cleaning, and now even grocery shopping.

Claire had gotten her own key that same Saturday morning, she used it to unlock the door to her apartment and once she placed all their groceries away, she headed straight to the shower. She had brought her outfit with her, avoid having to walk from the bathroom to her bedroom in only a towel.

By two in the afternoon, she was showered and comfortable in her new apartment. She could breathe in and scent the difference between now and the moment she first walked in. She was on the couch, working on her laptop when her roommate finally woke up.

He was wearing a pair of red flannel pants, a white t-shirt, and his hair all messy. He rubbed the back of his neck, his bare feet stepping out of his bedroom when his hazel eyes immediately grew big after taking the drastic change in his place. "What did you to to my apartment!?" You'd think he would be glad someone had cleaned up.

"I cleaned, you know... that thing you do with a broom? You should try it some time." She casually suggested, her eyes never leaving the laptop screen.

"Brooms are for witches... oh wait—" He rolled his eyes and walked toward the kitchen and fetching for a bowl, he fixed himself some Lucky Charms. "What did you do with my milk?!" He called out, his head in the fridge.

"I threw it out along with all the shit you keep in there." She spoiled him the surprise.

"Please don't touch my crap!" He requested, but still poured some of the fresh milk into his bowl.

"You better wash that bowl AND spoon once you are done." She required.

"Did we go through the rules?" He asked her as he sat on the couch next to her. "Rule number one ... don't tell me what to do." He shook his finger at her, "and two, no rules."

"You are contradicting rule number two by having rule number one and by having rule number two for that matter."

Owen had to think about that for a second, repeating each word in his head hoping he would understand what she had said, "no one asked you!" He started to eat his Lucky Charms and turned the tv on.

"Don't you have a job?" She was curious to figure out how he could afford to get up at two in the afternoon and sat in the living room to watch cartoons.

"I'm off on Mondays." He shared, nibbling on his cereal before bringing his attention to the television. He almost robotically leaned over and let his hand blindly feel around under the couch for something. The redhead next to him bringing her sight up from her laptop to watch him, "Did you see a baseball and a glove under here?" He liked putting the baseball glove on and play around with the ball while watching television.

"Yeah, I sold them for ten bucks." She shrugged.

"WHAT!?"

"Yep, you are drinking them right now, you are welcome." Claire explained how she had used that money for the groceries.

"Who said you could sell my shit? That's a signed baseball glove! It's worth more than a couple hundreds!" Owen was annoyed, "Jeez, what the fuck!"

The redhead laughed, "who keeps something so valuable under the couch?" She rolled her eyes, "and next to some tramp's dirty thong!"

"That's my place for it, leave me alone!" He had no argument about that, it was a terrible place to keep them, "and I don't have no thongs around here! Just stop getting rid of my stuff, okay!?"

Claire set her laptop on the coffee table across from her and went looking for the box she had kept, once back she dropped it on the cushion next to him.

Owen jumped lightly and turned to look down at it. His eyes immediately caught the women underwear in it and slowly looked up, offering a guilty grin after his eyes met hers. "Yeah...you can get rid of those."