Post by blake2 on Oct 5, 2012 8:51:22 GMT -5
An empty water bottle crashed to the wooden floor as the thin blanket was moved from around a solid body, clanking when it met others that left the groggy man moaning from a fading headache. The clock read 5:37 PM. ’Took too long of a nap…’ Robbert's hands met the wall as the effort to stand empowered the brown haired boy to stand on the cold ground and shuffle to the small dresser where he struggled to place a clean shirt over his head, a smile breaking the smooth lines of his face when he was victorious. Picking up the discarded jeans that were thrown over the back of a chair he zipped them up with ease and padded over to his small kitchen to grab a drink of water.
Robbert Madden lived on the second floor of a brownstone, pre-war building, light-flooded, has one big living room with a expansive window bay, two small bedrooms, a bath with a tub and a tiny separate kitchen. When he leased the place last year is was a depressing two-room apartment with leaking faucets, a broken heater and mildew on the walls. The mildew was the first to go when he moved in. It had taken almost two weeks to make the place even healthy for human life to live there. Over time with the meager leftover money he had after bills, rent, and the money he sent back to his mom, the place had come together a bit more. Though ever month it became harder and harder to make rent since he old roommate officially graduated last year. Hopefully a hit would come up on the roommate search.
The thought of his old roommate put a smile on Robbert’s face as he sipped on some more water. Robbert couldn’t have found an easier going guy than Tucker. They both had crazy hours juggling college class, part-time jobs, and Tucker even had a girlfriend added to the equation. Tucker was fortunate to get a nice job offering in Seattle after school and that was that. He packed up his things left Robbert in charge of the place. Tucker had been nice enough to leave some of his communal things here like the old couch and coffee table his parents gave him. It wasn’t like Robbert had the money to go get a new one if Tucker took it with him. A lot of the things in the cramped apartment were either gifted through family members or picked up at thrift stores. His favorite piece in the apartment, other than his bed, was the old bookshelf filled with most of his books, mostly medical, and assorted knick-knacks. That collect grew back when he had time to actually read. The only thing he didn’t like about the place was that he was on the second floor. He had hoped to be up a few more flights to escape the noise from the downtown streets.
With one list gulp, Robbert squeezed the plastic bottle before tossing it in his small recycling bin. He'd have to empty that out in the morning. 'At least the apartment is clean,' he thought to himself as he plopped himself down on his couch. He had a few buddies from school coming to visit his place so Robb spent most of his pervious night tidying up. It was usually clean, especially for college guy living on his own. He reached for his remote and settled in for the next free fifteen minutes or so. If he was lucky he would be able to catch some of the football recaps before the guys arrived.
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