GHOST

Frank and I were almost done putting his boxes in his car. It wasn't much, just two boxes of clothes, two boxes for music, and three boxes of movies. Then there was his guitar and amps. Those were put in the back seat, while the others were in the trunk.

"You don't have a lot of stuff do you?" I asked Frank while carrying down that last box of music.

"No, I moved here like a month ago and I hated this apartment because my neighbors. One fights a lot with their girlfriend, the other has sex like crazy and the other person is a stoner. I had no problem with him. But the others annoyed the shit out of me." Frank complained.

"Well, whatever place you're moving to next I hope it's a good place." I said smiling at him.

"Yeah, oh, I almost forgot. I need to leave this key at the apartment." He said and then turned to me.

"Well, before you do that I'm going to head back to my place and change." I commented.

"Oh, okay. Well do you want to get coffee after I move in all my boxes at my apartment?"

"Yeah sure, talk to you later. I need to get out of these clothes." I commented and then I started to walk to my apartment building.

"See ya." Frank was waving and I turned around waving back.

While walking to the apartment I felt my phone vibrate. It was Bert.

'Hey baby :)'

I rolled my eyes and replied, 'hey'

'what you doing?'

'walking back to the apartment'

'oh, what were you doing?'

'I was getting something at work'

'ok'

'I got to go'

'ok love you <3'

I rolled my eyes and whispered, "Liar." I approached my apartment building and went inside. Running up the flight of stairs I was stopped by Bob, the manager of the apartment.

"Hey Geeman!" He was excited about something.

"Oh hey Bob. What's up?"

"Nothing, just about to help a friend move in."

"Oh that's cool. Well I got to go, I need to clean the place and myself up." I dusted of imaginary dust.

"Yes, you do that. Talk to you later."

"Okay, bye." He left me and I made my way to the apartment. "Please be open." I twist the knob and opened the door.

A scent of piss and alcohol radiated the apartment. I gagged and looked at the mess Bert caused. That fucking asshole. I picked up all his shit and bottles and put them in a trash bag. Then went into the guest bedroom and pulled off the sheets and took off the pillowcases and threw them in a separate trash bag. I went out of my apartment and went to the dumpster in the alley and threw all the shit in there. I ran back up to my apartment and got new clothes and got in the shower. Fuck yes, I can be clean again.

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