The House

"Cheeelllllseeeaaa, it's time!!" Josh yelled through my door. Like usual Josh was at my door ready to wake and bake before going to work. With a grown I got up and opened the door, I never passed up such an invitation. Josh was one of my roommates. There were four of us, Josh, Bone (the landlord), Brad and Me. Our house was pretty big but nasty. The people who lived in it before had destroyed it. It seemed that no matter what we did, we could never get rid of the smell of cigarettes and dog piss. My room was upstairs in the very back. It was the only room other than the master that had its own bathroom. It was a cute little bathroom and I had painted it a really pretty bluish purple color, which gave it a victorian feel I thought. I liked my room minus one thing... the ants. Huge black creatures that came out of EVERYTHING it seemed. I couldn't even run the water out of the tub without thousands, and I mean thousands, shooting out of the spout and all over the place. It was sick. I bought ant traps but it didn't do much. What made things worse, was that I slept on a futon mattress right on the floor. Every night before I went to bed I would stomp on as many as I could and then try to fall asleep before more showed up. It would gross me out how the bodies would always be missing when I woke up the next morning. I can't imagine how many must have crawled all over me while I slept.

Josh came in and sat down next to me on my mattress. We loaded up my bong and joked about our shitty house as we took long deep drags. Josh was my favorite roommate. He was always happy and fun and was the only one in the house that smoked weed besides me. Everyday after we both got off work we would go in his room and smoke as much as we could listening to the best music you could imagine. Then he would play drums or we would go downstairs and beat everyone at guitar hero. Bone was the landlord and also my ex. We were kinda dating before I moved in, while we were fixing the house up. However, things didn't work out later but I moved in anyways. It was always a little awkward to be around him, not only because we once dated, but also because he was against drinking and smoking and I did it all. He had converted the downstairs living room and dining room into a recording studio. Because of this, there were ALWAYS a thousand people over. Even though I paid 450 a month, it felt more like I lived in a homeless shelter. Brad had the bedroom downstairs and was also the one who held the guitar hero tournaments. Him and his brother David played waaay too much, and were insanely good because of it. Brad loved to drink. He would always have some girl over and they would drink vodka out of a little girls tea set. Brad never drank beer. No, Brads drink of choice was a cosmopolitan. He drank a whole bottle almost every night in fact.

Everyday was busy. I worked at the fresh market and Noodles and company and also was a full time student at Ivy tech down town. Even though I worked all the time, I only made enough money to pay my rent, gas and maybe a little weed. I went to my parents house at least once a week to raid the fridge and take as many cans of soup and ramen noodles as I could get away with. If it wasn't for them I would probably have starved.

Despite my good times with Josh and my other friends. My life at the house was getting old. I was overworked and underpaid and I was really starting to feel ripped off my Bone. I knew that my ant infested room was not worth $450 a month. especially since I couldn't even use my own shower. I met a guy on myspace one day named Lance. He just messaged me out of no where, and after taking a look at his pictures, I decided he looked cute enough to talk to. We started talking for a while online, and then on the phone. I really wanted to meet him but he lived in Florida. There was one other problem. He was 30. Eleven years older than me at the time, but I decided that he looked really young for his age from his pictures so it didn't bother me much. Rent was due in a couple weeks but I decided to take the money I had, and spend it on a four day trip to Orlando. Josh was really sad when I told him I was leaving. Even though I said it was only going to be four days, he seemed to think I wasn't coming back. I told him I would miss him the most, and I meant it. The day I left, everyone had gone to work and it was one of the few times no one else was around but me. I packed a single carry on bag and grabbed my laptop. As I locked my door, I looked down and saw a few ants running out through the crack. "I can't wait to get out of this dump" I said to myself as I turned around, unaware of all that lay ahead of me.