Moving in (Closed)
 

For GreenFalcon
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Aven sighed softly, his small arms shutting a drawer for the final time, his body tired, his floor littered with boxes. "Ughh," he whined softly, picking up a box cutter and getting to work, his long, silvery dyed hair brushed off, covering one of his bright blue eyes. His face seemed a bit.. girlish, soft with very little fat on his entire body. He wasn't very tall, only 5'5, but a good runner, not very muscular, thin and light.

"Nnn," he sighed softly, getting out of a truck he borrowed from a friend, dropping it back off at their home for them to drive him back to his best friend's apartment. He was lucky she let him move in, especially after the anger he felt from her when she found out how he lost his job; he felt like a fool, smoking indica (weed) was a terrible idea that lost him the only way of income he had.

He unlocked the door back inside and sighed, tired from the day, finally done working.

Emily (Emma) sat on her sofa, listening to the sounds of her new roommate unpacking. She was an above average sized girl at 5 foot 9 and was athletic because of her sports in high school and college. Her figure was defined and she had quite large breasts, abot a 36D. Her hair was a long bleach blonde color and her eyes a mysterious cobalt.

She was agitated to say the least, not only had her friend lost his job, he had lost it for being an idiot, smoking weed on the job was just not acceptable. She had been preparing for this day for awhile and now that it was finally here she would have to make her move soon. The apartment was a three bedroom one, one for her, one for Aven (or so he thought) and Aven's true room she had prepared in the locked third room. She heard the door open and saw the tired boy enter. "All done?" she asked coldly.

Her harsh tone made Aven wince. "Y-Yeah," he responded, his hand gliding to the back of his neck and under his hair, rubbing it softly. "The boxes are gone, m-my room is completed," he explained to her gently. He looked rather tired from all the work he did that day. A soft sigh escaped his lips; he could tell if he stuck around too long he'd hear another damn lecture about his foolish mistake, but he was aware it was a bad idea! He knew that and he got caught, it just was a stroke of misfortune to him, honestly. He felt little remorse, though he knew his ass was dead if anyone caught him smoking again, so he had the last bit of a gram hidden in a small baggy in his backpack in his room.

"I'm gonna go grab something and go for a walk," Aven told Emma nervously.

Emma sighed at this and rolled her eyes, "Alright fine, but don't keep putting off unpacking" She said turning the tv on. She knew that he knew he had royally messed up, but she also was smart enough to realize he hadn't gotten rid of all of the damn weed he had, it was only a matter of time until he messed up again, and that would be her moment.

"Are you gonna go or just sit there staring at me!" she said referring to how he had been staring at her revealing outfit, just a tank top and shorts, he had always had some attraction to her, but he wasn't a boyfriend material in her eyes.

"I already finished unpacking," he told her with a soft yawn, Aven truly exhausted from his day's effort. Sighing he ran to his room, stuffing the small bag into his pocket, a glass bowl shoved in with it. He took his lighter, hiding it from sight as he walked outside, telling her he'd be back later. The one thing he forgot was his can of body spray to mask the smell of the plant for when he finished, but he wouldn't be back for a long time anyway. He merely began to walk down the road and hid at a local park.

As it was late no one could see him doing his deed, and he smoked until he cashed out the entire bag's contents. His eyes were a bit red and he sighed. "I hated that job anyway," he tried to tell himself to cheer himself up as he walked back to his friend's home. He knew she was mad at him; he didn't feel like he was welcome very much.

Emma watched him as he went into his room 'just what are you up to' she thought to herself, she could tell he was tired and thought he was going to rest for the night. Her thoughts were proven wrong as he re entered the room, she asked where he was going ,only to get "i'll be back later." This made Emma suspicious, and angry as hell. 'Prolly going to get fucked up' she thought standing up and putting on her coat. She followed him at a safe distance so he wouldn't see her. Her suspicion was soon confirmed as she saw him light up the blunt. 'I knew it!!' she thought with rage, which was soon bolstered by his comment "I hated that job anyway."

Emma stormed back to her house before Aven left, tonight was the night he'd regret his decisions. She waited for him to get home, tapping her foot a few feet from the door.

Aven was staring at the ground, lost in thought. He didn't really want to lose his job, he felt bad about his mistake but not enough to stop him from smoking. His head lurched up instantly and he snapped back into realty as he heard foot-tapping though, his eyes darting around everywhere until they landed on Emma. He blinked a bit heavily, slightly dazed but that was okay, he could blame it on how tired he was. If she smelled smoke, he could blame it on a cigarette! That sounded pretty reasonable.. though he was high.

As soon as he opened the door he just stood there and stared at the ground in silence. 'Yep he's baked' she thought waiting for him to look at her, although it took a few minutes he finally snapped out of it. "So Aven" she said moving closer to him "Where were you at such a late hour" She said looking him in the eye, or down at him since she was taller. She could smell the marijuana on him and it disgusted her. "Well?" she said sternly.

"I was on a walk, thinking," he responded, not feeling ballsy enough to give her lip, but too high to notice that feeling missing. "Why do you care so much? You're my friend, not my mom," he told her, a bit annoyed of her constant harshness towards him since he lost his job. He was very grateful, still, that she let him live with her in the first place, but right now he just didn't want to be reminded.

"I took a cigarette and I went and smoked, is something so wrong about that?" he asked her, rubbing his eye, looking just like how he acted: childish.

"Really now" she said walking around him "As for your 'mom' comment, since you have no job and i'm paying the rent and you are living here, so i might as well be" she said smirking. "And as for your cigarette remark" she said digging into her pocket and pulling out her phone. "I saw you in the park because i followed you" She said stunning him "And i took this" she said showing him the photo of him on the bench "And if it was a cigarette i'd doubt you'd smell like pot and have red eyes" She said angrily, knowing she had him.