"Hello, I'm Darien your new roommate," he said.
He had this really cool British accent. I love people with British accents. I don't know why but I do.
"Um, when are you going to move in, I mean your stuff and all?" I asked.
"I have the moving truck people downstairs, so I was thinking how about now" he said.
"Sure, you guys want any help?"
"No thank you" he said politely.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked again, see I was being nice and Andrew said I'm mean.
"Black coffee would be fine"
Ewwww this guy has a very bad taste in coffee that's for sure like black coffee? Who drinks that?
Ughhh and what's with his ugly green jacket too?
"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked and handed his disgusting coffee.
"Well actually, I'm from London and my parents own the Shields cooperation, so I'm just here to open one of the offices her in America and what do you do?" he asked.
"I'm a painter and I sell my paintings in my little shop," I said. I was really attached to my shop, even though it was small but it was mine.
"Oh, now I get it!" he said.
"Get what?" I asked. Boy was I confused?
"Your hairstyle, it looks like pair of meatballs and spaghetti coming out of it, are they some kind of art too?" he asked in an amusing tone.
"Uh, Excuse me?" I was shocked the least but angry for sure. He has some nerve to say something about my hairstyle.
"For your information, it's a unique hairstyle and I had it since I was small so back off," I said clenching my teeth.
"Cool down, Meatball brain I was just joking," he said laughing. Now I was steaming ma, its enough that Raye calls me Meatball head but Meatball brain that's just crossing the line here.
"Well if I were you I wouldn't be talking, like look at your hideous green jacket," I said. That'll shut him right up.
"Hey, what's wrong with my jacket?" he asked slightly offended.
"It looks like some one just puked on it and handed it to you to wear it," I said and suddenly I was giggling. You should've seen his face; it was filled with pure shock.
"I spent $3000 dollars on this jacket" he said and sounded mad.
"Well, you just lost your money in the dumps buddy," I said, I was in hysterics. Now I saw he was really ready to blow that even made me more hysterical than before.
"And who says you have fashion style anyway the clothes that your wearing is like 5 years old," he said calmly.
"Well you know what you're just a an arrogant jerk who picks on people," I practically screamed
"I rather prefer living with a murderer that with you".
"Tough luck, you really need to control your temper first of all," he said it like nothing was wrong and sitting there drinking his gross coffee. I would've killed him right there if I had the choice.
"Well get your stuff moved in because I'm going, I have better things to do than just sit around and bicker all day" I said and stomped out of my apartment.
I heard him say nice meeting you. Nice meeting you my ass! Oho how I wanted to kill him and Andrew right now! I knew that from now on we were going to have these arguments everyday until we're together as roommates. Let me get my hands on Andrew right now. I knew his taste was bad but not this low. He has to pay and that good for nothing jerk.
Last but not least I hate people with BRITISH ACCENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEY GUYS THANX FOR THE REVIEWS AND ALL AND I KNOW THIS CHAPTER WASN'T THAT GREAT BUT I HAVE TO TYPE THE NEXT CHAPTER AND TYPE IT FOR YOU AS SOON AS I CAN SOO SEE YA AND THANX ONCE AGAIN