My alarm was beeping, it seemed, right next to my face and I didn't really know why. I reached around trying to find it but couldn't figure out where it was. I finally opened my eyes to see Kay on a chair next to my bed, holding my beeping alarm clock up to me. I looked at her face. She looked very angry and I got up and pulled the covers to my chest, hugging them.

"What?" I asked cautiously. She threw the alarm clock at me and made an exasperated sound. I deflected the clock with my covers and waited until she stopped groaning.

"You TOLD him."

"It was the least I could have done for him Kay! He was miserable and depressed. You don't love him anyways." I defended myself. She glared at me.

"He left." She said.

"What?"

"He took his stuff and left. He's not going to pay the rent, and we are screwed, because you couldn't hold it in for another five or six months."

"Listen, if you ever spent any time with him, you'd know how lonely and miserable he was. And he totally knew something was up. You don't feel anything for him, but at least I care about him as a person."

"Oh, well then I guess you're going to pay the extra money? Or rather, ask mommy and daddy to pay it? I don't think so. I give you two weeks to find a new roommate. I will kill you Jaide." She threatened and walked out of my room. I fell back onto my bed and sighed. I didn't think Trey would leave. And now who the hell would want to live with us? Kay is a madwoman and I don't like people. I groaned into my pillow. I would have to call Trey and try and talk him into moving back here. It's not like he'd see Kay at all really, since she's out all the time. Maybe he'd consider it.


"No. No. And no." He said firmly, slamming his coffee cup down on the dirty table at Café Comet. "I am not going to work my ass off just so that I can pay my share of the rent to live with my ex-girlfriend who I am still in love with, and her best friend, who even though I care about, lied to me for so many months about my ex-girlfriend cheat-"

"Trey, come on! You have to. I can't figure out a way to fix things. I don't want to find someone else because I like living with you! You helped me keep the place clean and you made us breakfast sometimes. And you were never too loud and you're a really great roommate. Come back!" I begged him, giving him my puppy-dog eyes. He just shook his head at me.

"Those breakfast burritos were made with love. What was filled with love is now filled with hate. Or something like sorrow. I just can't bring myself to do it Jaide. I can't look at her." He sipped his coffee. "It's cheaper to live with my parents. I have more money for myself, instead of wasting it on a person who never appreciated me."

"So there's no way in hell?"

"No way in hell. Sorry Jaide."

"You suck."

"I know." He said bowing his head.

I laughed and petted his fluffy hair.

"So now what am I supposed to do? I don't know how to go about finding a roommate. I am the most unorganized person I know."

"I'll help you out on that one. I feel partially obligated to, and plus, I want to help you. You're here for me all the time and you took me out to Taco Burrito King a lot when I was depressed."

"Thanks Trey. It means a lot to me." I gave him a smile, and he gave me one back. I felt like he was a little bit relieved that there wasn't anything being hidden from him. He was a free man now, and I hoped he could find a perfect girl for himself.

"Oh, Trey?" I said, as we were getting up to leave.

"Yeah?"

"Can you try and find a girl for us? I don't think I'd want some random guy living with me and Kay."

"Yeah, yeah, I figured as much."


I was throwing my clothes in the washing machine hurriedly, trying to get as many clothes in there before Kay came and dumped her stuff in there. I hated when our stuff mixed together. I could never figure out which bras and pairs of underwear and socks were hers. I flung a pair of pants into the machine and something floated out of the back pocket. It was a piece of paper. I pulled it out, trying to figure out what it could be. I unfolded it and it read 'That Really Hunky Guy You Just Met (Brant)', and a phone number. I guess I did feel him put that in my pocket.

Now I had the pressure. I had the pressure to call him, and I was a shy and nervous person and I wouldn't know what to say to him.

"What's that?" Kay said from behind me, eating a banana.

"Brant's phone number, I guess."

"Hey, is he going to be living with us? Because if not, you can forget about him for about two weeks while you concentrate on finding a roommate." She said bitterly and walked into her room. I sighed. I headed to my room and entered Brant's number into my phone. I wanted to call him but I was too nervous. What would I say? 'Hi, you put your number in my butt, so I called you. So how about that lunch?'

I shook my head. Just then, the apartment phone rang and went to go pick it up, knowing Kay wasn't going to.
"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm calling about your ad for the roommate?" Answered a female voice.

What ad? Roommate ad? I didn't make any ads!

"Uh, sure, one second please." I covered the receiver and yelled for Kay. She didn't answer. I sighed.
"Okay, so how can I help you?"
"Well, this might seem a bit creepy, but I'm right outside the place and I was wondering if I could get a tour or something. My parents really want me to move out."

Uh…

"Sure, I'll be right down. What's your name?"

"Julie and I'm wearing a gray hat."

"Okay thanks. Bye." I hung up. Well, that was fast. We have a new roommate, maybe.


"So, Julie, why do you want to move in with us?" Kay asked her, sitting across from the poor girl and grilling her as if it was an interview for a fashion magazine.

"Um, well… I need to be closer to school, and this was the cheapest way to do it, and my parents feel better paying for me to live with two other people, because I guess it's safer." She said in her mousey voice. She was a very small girl with brown hair in a braid, but she seemed to have a very big personality, and right now I could tell she just wanted to find a place.
"Sounds good to me." I said.
"We'll think about it." Kay said very loudly. She escorted Julie out the door and closed it behind her.
"Why the hell did you do that?" I yelled at her.

"Because we've got like three other people wanting to see the place, and we can't just give it to the first person we interview. "
"What?"

"Yeah, three other people called already. I don't know what you did, but its sure working well. I'm sorry I got mad at you. You're right; I was treating Trey really badly." She looked down at the carpeted floor. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I just need to find the right person. You know?"

I patted her on the back.

"Yeah, I know."


"Where do you want this?" I asked, holding a very heavy box that I had carried up five flights of steps because the elevator broke on the third floor.
"Oh… anywhere." Julie said, looking around. "I'm so glad you guys liked me. I don't think I would've liked living alone."

"Yeah, me either. But living with your best friend is sometimes a hellish experience. Especially when she disappears when we're supposed to be helping you move in." I opened a box of hers and pulled out whatever was on top. It was a dusty record.

"Records?" I asked her, looking into the box.
"Yeah, they were my dad's. But I love them too much, so I took them. You like the Beatles?"

"Who doesn't?" I asked excitedly. She grinned and pulled the rest out, followed by an ancient record player.
"Did you know most people our age have never seen a record player? They wouldn't know how to use it. It's pretty funny." She plugged it in and put the Beatles record in. Soon we were dancing to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. This of course is a silly song to be dancing to when your old roommate comes into the room out of nowhere.

"HEY!" Trey screamed and we jumped. Julie stopped the record and stared at Trey. He smiled and waved.
"Hi, I'm Trey. I used to live here."

"Trey…"

"Sorry Jaide, I forgot I still have my key. I wanted to bring it for…"

"Julie." Julie supplied.
"Yes. So I better be on my way."

"Hey wait. Don't you work at the thrift shop? On Washington Street?" Julie asked.
"Um, yes I do." He looked slightly shocked that someone would recognize him.
"Just checking." She said, and I saw her blush a little. Trey said goodbye and left and she turned to me.
"I saw the ad for you guys there. I always go there to get nifty things and I always see him and I think he's so cute." She gushed. I laughed.
"Well he's very single. But you might want to give him a few weeks. He and Kay just had a falling out."
"No offence, but-"

"I know. He deserves a LOT better."


I held the little slip of paper in my sweating hand. I crumpled it into the most disgusting wet blob of paper. The phone rang slowly on the other line, and I felt like a minute passed between each ring. I'm not sure which ring he picked it up on, but it felt like it was the hundredth one.
"Hello?" His soft voice asked. I always hated talking on phones. I pushed myself to talk and not just hang up and run away screaming.

"Hi… it's Jaide…" I almost whispered.
"Jaide, what took you so long to call? I thought maybe you didn't like me after all." I could feel his grin. I immediately felt a lot calmer. "Hopefully you're calling because you want to see me so badly you can't take it anymore."

"Yes and no." I replied, laughing. "If you're free today, I'd like seeing you."
"I am free today, and I would very much like to see you. Do you want me to pick you up? Now? An hour? I can come in like, two minutes. Maybe three. Conveniently, I just showered."

"Weird, so did I."

"I was hoping you'd say that. So, tell me when to come for you."

"Whenever you want." I replied. He laughed.
"I'll come very soon. Thank you Jaide. See you!" He hung up after I said bye and I looked at myself in the mirror. I blinked and then broke out into a smile and danced around my room singing. I couldn't believe this. There was a boy, and he liked me. And he wanted to see me right now. He was coming to get me when he could be getting a different girl. But no! He was getting me and right then I felt so special. I got dressed and waited in the living room. I was deciding which shoes to wear when the buzzer rang. I pressed the button.
"Yes?" I asked, feeling awkward. I waited.
"Want me to come up, or do you want to come down?" I thought for a moment.
"I'll come down. Give me two minutes." I replied and ran to my closet and threw my old gray converse shoes on. I ran around trying to think of anything I forgot. Finally, I ran down eight flights of steps and got to the door where someone pulled me into a hug.
"Hey pretty girl." He beamed at me. I still hadn't caught my breath and I felt very lightheaded. I felt my consciousness drifting away from me and I saw white and then everything dimmed.
When I woke up, I was in my own bed. I thought maybe it was all a strange dream, but there was Brant, sitting in one of the kitchen chairs by the bed, with a cup of tea and my stuffed dog. He just noticed that I woke up and let go of the dog.
"Don't tell anyone you saw me cuddling that." He said, and handed me the tea. "I was really worried about you." There was a concern in his voice. "Also, I hope you didn't hear me singing. But I saw some Beatles records and the songs got stuck in my head."

I smiled weakly.
"Sing." I asked.
He looked at me and leaned back in his chair. He then got up and looked out the window.
"Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover." He paused. "Something in the way she woos me…" He looked at me, gently smiling. "I don't want to leave her now; you know I believe her now."
I blushed.
"Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover, something in her style that shows me…Don't want to leave her now, you know I believe her now."
He came back over to me and gently sat down and took my hand. "You're asking me, will my love grow? I don't know, I don't know. You stick around now it may show, I don't know, I don't know."
"Something in the way she knows, and all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me… Don't want to leave her now. You know I believe her now…" He trailed off and I sunk under my covers radiating with happiness.
"Hey come out of there! I'm the one who had to sing!" He tried to grab me but I slipped from his grip and giggled.

"You didn't have to sing! But it was sweet." I said, finally emerging from under the covers, just as he pounced on me. I squealed and tried to hide my face. He pulled the covers back.
"Hey, are you feeling better?"
"A bit."
"Let's go for a walk, yeah?"

"Okay."