Chapter 3

"Please put on your seat belts, we are about about to land in Death City, Nevada."

I glance at Eric. He opens one eye and lifts an eyebrow. I turn away and look out the window. "We're about to land. Put on your seat belt." He grumbles something, and puts on his seatbelt. The flight attendants pass by checking for any garbage or for any loose suitcase cabinets. What are they even called?

After a while, we landed and got our suitcases and bags from the conveyor belt. We exited the airport, and set foot into Death City. "Wow. Never thought there were sane people out there that actually would willingly live in a place dedicated to Death itself." I say. "If you're talking about us, we aren't sane. My friends look at me weird when I told them of when Jonathan danced around in one of your bras or when you climbed up that tree when we were firing paint balls at you." Eric says with a grin.

Jonathan has one of my bras? I knew I was missing one...those bastards.

"Hey Eric, you know what else is going to become a paint ball?"

He paled visibly. "Later on, call Jonathan to return my bra to it's respected place-my drawer- and remind me to kick you in the balls. You know, what? Just so I don't forget to torture you, I'm going to write it in my phone." I take out my phone, click on the reminders app, and write "Kick Eric in Balls".

So, Eric called Mother to tell her we got to Death City safely, and that I decided that I wanted an apartment. She told us that DWMA would talk to a real estate agent, and we should tour the city while we waited. "I'm going to give them your number, Liraz, so they could call you when everything is set up and you could start looking for an apartment." So, after that she told me to pick up the phone even if it's a number I don't recognize.

After around an hour of touring the city, Eric and I were sitting in a Deathbucks Cafe, and I got a call on my phone. I pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Everything is set up. You don't have to worry about payment or anything like that. You're mother already took care of that. I'll show you apartments that will fit your mother's budget. Where would you like to meet?"

"I'm at a Deathbucks Cafe..."

"Oh, perfect. That's nearby. We will meet shortly."

"Uh, yeah..."

And she hung up.

"Finish eating, she's nearby." I say to Eric.

Five to ten minutes later, she walked into Deathbucks, all crisp and perfect in her suit. She sat down in front of us. (I moved next to Eric, albeit reluctantly, so it wouldn't seem awkward for any of us. Well, mostly for her, I guess. She said, "I have a few apartments I would like to show you, but do you have any preferences?"

"Yeah. I would prefer it to be near DWMA. Just in case I'm running late and all. And it should have at least two or three bedrooms and at least two bathrooms." Oh, household appliances should be already installed, and working just fine."

"Perfect." She responds, her fake smile still in place. Eric and I both noticed and glanced at each other.

The first apartment was painted black and the interior was too... gloomy. Regardless of black being my favorite color, I didn't like the house much at all, and neither did Eric.

The second was painted blue and the roof was purple. It wasn't too bad, but it didn't exactly click. It was a bit shabby, but nothing we couldn't fix easily.

The third one made Eric's and my jaw drop. It was modern, and looked nice in the interior also. It had light walls, red sofas and round chairs, a nice small coffee table with a gray rug underneath, hardwood floors, a modern staircase leading upstairs, and a white, oddly shaped ceiling. The ceiling let you see a fair portion of the second floor and when the stairs ended. The floor upstairs consisted of four bedrooms, and a bathroom in the center of the wall (the floor was wide and circular).

Eric and I glanced at each other. "We'll take it." We said unanimously. "Perfect. I will contact your mother to let her know." She smiled again. "Hey, miss."

"Yes?"

"If you don't mind, we would like to be here when you seal the deal. Just in case." I say, smiling and looking her in the eye. She visibly tensed and took out her phone. Eric and I mimic her smile.

"Perfect."

Eric and I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, him doing something on his phone. I listened to the real estate woman- Jessica, apparently- talking to my mother about the apartment. For all the hell Jonathan put me through, I kind of missed him. His hair is so damn soft. His fluffy cheeks helps his charm. I remember when he was sitting on my lap before he starting working for Tweedledum and Tweedledumber, and I was pressing my hands onto his cheeks, making them bigger. And he just looked at me with those black eyes like, who the hell do you think you are fluffing my freaking cheeks up. Those are mine, strange woman. Those are mine.

I laugh a bit.

Jessica shut her phone, and turned to face us. "It's all yours. Enjoy your new apartment." And with that, she walked out.

Eric put his phone in his jean pocket. "Lets choose a room and unpack."