The light coming from the window beamed so bright that Glenn's eyes hurt as he slowly tried to open them... then shut them completely when relief came unto him. Thank goodness, it was just a dream! He thought turning sideward. What was weird though was when he found the bed funny and it shrunk a bit... And he didn't remember turning the lights on outside the–

Wait, why is the light outside? Fuck, sunlight!

Understanding that he was too late to catch his 5am flight, he stood from the bed straightaway so a snicker echoed the room. He turned his head to where he heard it and saw the familiar structure from earlier; the round and russet-ivory figure with a hint of pink, which he later apprehended is a head and only a petite body has already attached to it this time. As he clenched his head when pain waved through it, Glenn realized he wasn't dreaming after all. The raucous neighbor, the visualized murder/suicide-scene, his head bopping to AC/DC and finally breaking-in; everything really happened. His eyes fluttered despite looking at the figure who just stared back in amusement.

His vision wandered the whole room. Obviously, it was not his... though there had been a lot going on in there. On one corner, guitars fell in line on a rack. Stuffed Hello Kitty toys and other Sanrio characters were all over the place. Moreover, on the wall near the bedside stuck a dismantled bookshelf. He felt his right side aching at that moment, and in some way, it didn't make him bother why.

Glenn moaned in ache when he tried to move is right arm. He examined if there were any bruise and found huge purple spot; he then closed his eyes and heaved a sigh…

Let's see...

I just missed my flight, so there goes my Smackdown taping.

I just acquired an injury, so here's to Physical Therapy.

Fan-fucking-tastic! Could this day get any better?

"Good morning, uhm," The lady cleared her throat as he cocked his eyebrow in disbelief. She approached him with a little caution but extended her hand, "I'm Marian." With Glenn's eyes roaming her from head to foot in disgust as response, Marian knew he wasn't in the mood to get friendly and understood it. She just exchanged her greeting instead by pointing at his injured arm, "about… that. I already tried soothing the bump with some ice just to make sure it doesn't get too blue… and I think it's working a little…" she attempted her fingers to touch the sensitive bruise but Glenn quickly backed away to prevent it.

Again, she totally understood his situation and so she continued, "…fine. Erm, I just got a call from Mr Santos, -y'know the caretaker? - Last night and told me about you're concern. I- I was actually taking a sh-shower so I haven't heard the—"

Glenn raised his palm facing her face that made her stop successfully. His face winced and turned to her with a twisted smile, "Oh, I'm sorry to bother you and your peaceful time in theshower, Miss Marie. But don't you think if it not for, should I say, disturbing, messed-up noise, we wouldn't have a fucking problem right now! I won't have to deal with my boss on the schedule; I won't have to go to a PT for a fucked-up limb and; I won't have met you instead!" His chosen words left Marian in a state of shock and he obviously saw it.

He wasn't really the sailor type who'd drop f-bombs even at his boiling point. He too was surprised by himself. The silence around the room let their actions stood out as both trembled in their own different way… and during this silence, Glenn stared at her face clouded by fear, shock, worry, and anger but beneath the foggy oval he found her wide eyes, her eyebrows that wrinkled with her nose, and her full lips jutting out. He studied how innocent and fragile her aura radiating to him… and he thought it's beautiful.

The man backed away his sight of her completely just as he thought of gazing too much. She was also distracted staring back at him yet still wearing the mixed feelings joined with confusion. What was he thinking? Why did he stop yelling to look at me like that?

What is he up to and why is he getting away now?

She followed him immediately stopping him on his tracks; she felt her guts rising up to the occasion as a loud roar came out of her…

"Hey, hold just the freaking second! Okay first of all, is this the thanks I get for letting you sleep on my bed and being so friendly to your crawled-up ass when I could have just call the cops and sue you for trespassing and reckless imprudence?" Out of shock, Glenn made Kane's famous head-tilt while it turned-out red "Second, its Marian!"

"What—Sue me? Lady, are you even listening to yourself? I could sueyoufor Public Disturbance with what you did last night!"

"Oh look who's talking, the guy who absent-mindedly tried to break into my space! Well congratulations, you broke my fixture! Did I mention I could sue you for that one?"

"You… are… impossible!" Glenn groaned in irritation. He felt like giving up not because he's losing but because he was dealing with an immature bitch. A very beautiful immature bitch, He thought. By then something came up to him. "I'm going to call the management!"

"You're going to call the what?" She soured her face.

Glenn remembered the phone in his pocket from last night and grabbed onto it. His fingers quickly pressed on the buttons to look for the number on contacts' list and immediately stuck the mobile on his ears. Marian just kept her face with her head followed his every move.

At this point, both of their eyes locked on each other. She observed just how she found attraction on his Hazel pools… those hypnotic pools that could easily drown her from reality and totally slowing everything down around her. They were gleaming albeit covered from his scrunched-up hairless eyebrow. She wanted to take a look at them better but, with the current situation, she just fought the urge to go near him so.

"You heard me!"

At the same point, he waited for the ring prompt and was successful. His sense was still on her when he witnessed her eyes started lighting up, her lips curling into a smirk, and her whole look relaxed. Her hands reached for something that turned out to be a phone ringing. She pressed a button then placed it on her ear and spoke…

"Good Morning, this is the management speaking. How may I help you, sir?" She kept her gaze at him yet already giggling. His face couldn't be painted anymore. It mixed horror, confusion, and a hint of suppressed laughter. Her ability to troll totally terrified and yet amused him at the same time.

…and her giggles were icing on the cake… -Goddamn, snap out of it!

As the phone still on his ear, he answered, "This is Glenn Jacobs from 227 and I give up. I will pack my bags and leave this very day. You can keep the deposit… good morning yourself, Marian." Then he hanged up.

With defeat and stress circling around his head, Glenn shook his head and concealed his face with both his palms. A deep breath came out of him after as if disappointed and finally leaving the room saying no more…

Marian stood where she was still trying to process what just happen. The behemoth of a man succumbed, said her name, and was leaving today. She admits to herself finding his actions hot even how weird her feelings for it,

…for him.

That awoke her from reality; HE WAS LEAVING and she won't let him. She just can't. He had sign a contract stating that he would let himself have a whole week stay minimum before he can call transactions off. She likes people getting worth of what they earned, too... especially when it comes to her business. Besides, Glenn is her first tenant.

"Mr. Jacobs, please hold up!"

R & R!

Leelan Jacobs, your review made me finish this chapter. This one's definitely for you.