I've Tried

"Do you even know what you're doing?" I ask letting my eyebrows lift in question. She ignores me as she tries to work the computer software.

"Look, I know your mad at me, but if we're going to live together I think we should get along. I mean, we've been living together for a fucking month and we've had almost fifty fights."

She still ignores me. She huffs and turns around.

"I know, I'm sorry," she pouts.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You never give up this easily."

She huffs and turns around to face me.

"I swear there's nothing going on," she says in her sometimes innocent British accent.

"Don't fuck with me," I say as I eye her to try to see through her possible lie.

"I swear to god nothing's going on." I eye her again and walk out the living room into my bedroom. I flop down on the bed and fall asleep.

I wake up to a thumping noise that sounds like the bass of music. I look up and curse at the air, growl and get out of bed. I go down stairs and see a full blown party. She had lied to me. I went out through the crowd of pedophiles, underage drinkers, druggies and college students, to look for Amelia.

I repeatedly get shoved into walls and people. When I finally find her she's a little too drunk and stumbles up to me.

"Hey, girly!" She giggles I glare in response. If Amelia were sober right now, which she's not. She probably would have noticed she made a mistake by coming even within a foot of me. I sensed that she could feel the anger radiating off me and her smile finally went flat. I clenched my fists and smiled a stiff smile. I dragged her up to her room. Which was a light pink color and had wooden bows all over her walls. She struggled to keep up with me.

"What are you doing?" I hiss.
"You said you weren't doing this."

"Correction, I said, there was nothing wrong," she snorts in reply. She takes another swig out of the square shaped bottle. She giggles and runs away again. I groan and curse at the wind, again. I turn to face my bed and fall face first onto the thick red cotton comforter, and grab a pillow and throw it over my head gripping it tightly. I should have found a roommate that didnt act like a piece of shit.

" Wake up!"

" Go away," I groan

" Dude, wake the fuck up!" She starts shaking my body, she slaps my face with my own hand. Then she sits on my face, that's when I wake up.

" Finally, my head hurts."


" So?"

" So, can you pick me up some Tylenol?"

" There's some in the bathroom."

" I used all of those."

" Fine," it didn't really surprise me. It's been one week and she's already had fourteen hangovers. Not exactly but it proves my point. I push past her to my closet, and put on a black San Diego pullover sweatshirt, and some black spandex shorts. I get the key off the key rack and get inside my baby, aka my car. It's a black 2014 Silverado 1500 Crew Cab All Star Edition 4WD V8 with 355 HP. I drive to a local CVS pharmacy that looks old and rundown. I head inside, and the same overly peppy clerk is there every time. I look throughout the aisles and turn the corner swiftly bumping into someone. She lets out a small screech of the word 'shit' as all her stuff falls on the ground.

" I'm sorry," I say as I help her pick it up.

" No it's alright."

I finally get a good look at her she has blonde hair with bright purple ends, and really dark eyes. After helping pick all of her stuff we head our seperate ways. I get the Tylenol, pay, and leave. When I get back to the house Amelia watching TV in the living room.

" Thank you, and by the way my cousin is coming over with a few other guests."

" This better not be another party." I look her over skeptically, like I always do.

"Nope just another family gathering."

"Ok, help me clean up."

Notes

Hey guys! If you read this, will you tell me if there's any grammar mistakes? Thanks! And tell me if I should continue or stop all together