We get to the apartment and I am stood outside the door with the number seven I surmise individuals believe 7 to be a lucky number I certainly hope so.
I stand gazing toward the moist damp spores on the Roof while lily digs through her pretty much everything but the kitchen sink tote bag as tissues a couple of pairs of tights a half eaten banana and a bottle of perfume falls to the floor.
I help her get them as she at long last tracks down the keys.She opens the front entryway and the aroma of filthy socks and old pickles fills my faculties.
"For what reason does it smell like a tramp lives here?" I mumble to lily as she snicker."What?" I ask looking confounded as some guy strolls up behind me I bounce back a little alarmed.
"So that is where the scents coming from." I murmur the assertion softly to myself"Malory meet Dylan meet Mal your new flatmate." Lily says grinning at me as I laugh at her like it's the most amusing thing since the creation of vine.
"Great one you are very funny lily." I say snickering as thisDylan guy gazes down at me from his tall stature down to my extremely short one, making me regret the decision not to touch up my makeup at the airport restroom.
"I wasn't planning on being amusing, I'm being straightforward so yeah, I have to go bye see you in two or three weeks." Lily says kissing my cheek and tapping Dylan on the shoulder she leaves the set of keys for me on the table as I frown at Dylan."D" he says holding out he's hand out for me to shake."What sort of names D?" I say strolling off into the kitchen as I attempt to keep away from the crisps and mountain due buildup on the rug.
"A nickname my names Dylan ." He says as I disregard him examining the pantries for cleaning supplies.My ocd is screaming."I want to go out to the shop." I declare as he sees me like I'm frantic while I analyze the place.
"I can take you, I got to get some stuff for myself." He says as I keep silent but nod.He doesn't have to go out to shop what he needs is another attitude toward cleanliness.
"What no thank you?" He says holding his chest like I injured him, I glare an opening into him and sit tight for him to pivot so I can give him the finger.
"We need a few standard ground rules one : I make breakfast at 9am before or after you can have the kitchen two: tidy up after yourself, it smells like spoiling pickles in here, oh and in the event that you know your room or my room has a visitor you know." I say faltering as Dylan interferes.
"You mean assuming that I'm fucking somebody." He declares as I swallow and frown at him, my cheeks flush red eww .
Gross.
"eww that is despicable, assuming you are having ugh assuming you are child making with somebody set a sock on the bedroom door and I will as well."I say unable to find the word for sex safe to say my sex life is none existent so he has nothing to worry about in that department."Right, OK grandma!" He says as I frown at him."Be ready in twenty minutes." He shares with me as I gesture.