'Why must he be with i her /i , she seems so fake,' you thought to yourself as you picked up a box of cereal.

'Clearly she treats him like dirt, it wouldn't fucking surprise me if she was cheating on him,' you thought.

Disgusted with your thoughts you quickly finished picking up what you needed from the grocery store before checking out and leaving to go back home. The walk home was quiet; it was the brink of the cold season so not many people walked outside anymore. Most stuck to their cars or traveled by bus. You chose to walk, it wasn't like it was terribly far to walk anyways and the grocery bags were light. You approached the complex you had come to call home for the past 5 years of your life. The life you had grown so fond of, the life with Ville living across the hall from you. The feeling of slight hope settled inside of you, hoping that Ville would be on his way down the stairs to get his mail or something, just to get a small glance at him. The small smile you had on your face faltered when you found yourself alone in the entrance way and stairwell. You sighed and headed upstairs to your room, slowly you trudged up the stairs, one at a time. You set the bags down next to the door and shuffled through your pocket for your key.

'Fuck,' you muttered under your breath.

'I must have left it inside, stupid bloody automatic locks,' you cursed some more and slammed your fist against the door out of anger.

The door across the hall opened up, your first thought was that it was Ville, coming out to return the favor of helping him so many times. You turned around and only saw the girl that barged into your apartment this morning.

'I thought she left this morning? Must have come back for another round,' you thought.

She looked at you, didn't say a word, and headed down the stairs and left the apartment, slamming the door on the way out, making it clear that she was pissed. Your gaze was still fixed on the door below even after she had been long gone.

'Darling, do you need some help,' a deep voice asked from behind you.

You snapped back to attention, realizing that you were locked out of your apartment and that the cold food was going to spoil soon if it was put into a fridge or some sort.

'Oh yes, sorry, I got lost in a train of thought. It appears I forgot my key to my apartment and I'm locked out,' you said.

'Well, you're welcome to come in mine and call your landlord and ask for them to come by with a spare key to let you in,' he offered.

You smiled, 'that'd be nice, thank you.'

'No problem darling. I'll grab your groceries and get what needs to stay cold on the fridge, help yourself to the phone in the kitchen,' he said.

You nodded and walked in behind him into his apartment. It was a complete and total mess, beer cans littered the floor, empty cigarette boxes scattered everywhere, papers, paint brushes, pencils, pens, clothes, boxes, old food wrappers, and everything was everywhere. You wondered how he could live such a messy life style, it was no where near healthy. You tip toed your way through the mess and found the kitchen phone; you took it down off the cradle and punched in the numbers to your landlord. After explaining to him what happened, he wasn't upset, just a little annoyed that he had to come by and screw up his routine for the day. When you hung up the phone, Ville was just about done unpacking your cold groceries into his tiny fridge.

'He should be by in an hour or so,' you said.

'Okay. Would you like anything, a beer or something,' he offered.

You waved your hand, 'no it's okay. My contract doesn't really want me to drink anything other than water, milk or juice. Thanks for the offer though.'

He nodded, 'so are you an actress or something?'

'Model,' you said and leaned against the door frame.

His eyebrows raised a bit.

'I'm not that ugly,' you laughed off.

'Oh no, I wasn't expressing that you were ugly or anything, you are a very beautiful woman! My girlfriend is a model and she's so, ugh, and you don't seem anything like her,' he said.

'Not every model is uptight and full of themselves. Well, many are, I'm just not one of them. I don't make it my life, I have other responsibilities,' you said.

'That's refreshing to hear, there should be more models like you darling. All one's I've met, all they do is fuss over their hair, clothes and make up, it's quite annoying,' he said.

'I know a few of those myself,' you nodded.

The two of you made small talk for the next hour until your landlord came by with the master key to let you into your apartment. Ville helped bring your groceries over to your apartment before having to leave to take care of some things he had planned for the evening. You said your good byes and you found yourself in your empty apartment once again. You sorted out your groceries and put them where they belonged, you changed out of your clothes and put on something more comfortable for the evening. You made a small dinner for yourself and sat down in front of the TV, flipping through the channels, attempting to find something decent to watch. When 11 o'clock hit, you trudged off to bed and hoped for a night with zero awakenings, at least not until mid morning.