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"Yeah?" The giant man spoke lowly, voice rumbling like thunder. Messy hair and serious eyes greeted me as I looked up at his face.
"H-hi. Is this apartment 221?" I asked, nervously smiling up at the emerald-eyed man running his fist through his deep black hair.
"Why don't you just read the sign?" The man growled sarcastically, already swinging the door shut until, without thinking, I jammed my foot in the doorway, wincing as it hit my toes.
"N-No! I'm here to see about the apartment. The roommate!" The door opened slightly, bringing the handsome man back into view. My blue eyes narrowed, annoyance danced in my vision. Who was he to slam the door on my face?
His green eyes pierced me, inspecting me, causing me to unconsciously smooth my strawberry blonde hair, and straighten my faded blue t-shirt. "Callie," The man grumbled finally, irritably jutting out his jaw.
"A-actually it's Ch-Chloe." I corrected, pushing a strand out hair out of my face as I stared up at him before crossing my arms moodily, but he didn't really seem to care at all, looking away from me and into the apartment. He towered over me, standing well over six feet, making my already petite frame seem even smaller, more fragile. Muscles bulged behind his baggy navy shirt, making it obvious he was no force to be reckoned with, but for some reason, I just didn't care. He didn't have to slam the door on my face. He glanced back at me and opened the door a little wider.
"Sit." He gestured behind him and stalked away, shoving his large hands in his pockets, jeans snuggled lowly on his hips. Taking a breath, I glanced through the doorway, greeted with bookshelves and paintings.
The wall furthest from me was coated with washed-out red, soon to be white, bricks, giving the somewhat modern room character, countless books shoved into the corner of the wall, stacked lazily onto another. The slightly cramped room held a large, deep gray sofa, topped with vintage pillows, making it apparent that a feminine touch was present. Pictures of the man, a pretty girl, and an Asian man scattered across the left wall, along with hand-made paintings, which were surprisingly good. My gaze finally traveled to the flat screen, eyes wandering over black, empty screen.
I glanced out the window, snow beginning to stick to the ground, and pulled my coat around me a little tighter. I really hoped I could move in, it seemed nice enough, except for the man who opened the door, but I needed a place to stay since I moved out of my apartment I shared with Rae.
Rae and I shared a dorm freshman year, but growing tired of the cramped room and dirty bathroom, we decided to rent an apartment together until we graduated. It went pretty well until Rae started throwing parties at their apartment, causing both our grades to plummet, hers since she was always drinking, and mine since I couldn't study with all the noise. So, when I decided I wanted to move out, she didn't protest, since we had become distant. But being the end of the first semester, I needed to find roommates to rent an apartment with, and I needed to move in soon.
"You must be Chloe." A chipper voice sounded to my right, as the Asian man in the pictures appeared immerged in front of me, a dazzling smile plastered to his face.
"And I'm guessing you're the guy I talked to on the phone." I responded, returning the contagious grin, thankful it wasn't the rude man.
"Yeah, Simon Bae. Sorry you I didn't answer the door first, I was painting so Derek got it." He sent me a regretful smile, almond eyes sparkling slightly as he ran his hand through his dark blonde hair. "Hope he didn't give you a hard time. He'll warm up."
My cheeks heated slightly at his remark. So Derek acted that way around everyone, perfect. "No, it was fine," I glanced behind me at the living room's walls. "You painted these?"
"Yeah, but since I'm moving out I packed most of them up, which Tori is thrilled about." Simon scratched his head as he stared at his work.
"They're really good." I remarked, marveling at how the colors swirled together perfectly, mending in to a perfect picture.
"They put me through college." Simon said with a shrug, and turned back to look at me. "If you like that, then you should see what I actually like to do."
"What's that?" I asked him and in returned he sent me a sly smile.
Simon opened his mouth to respond, but someone beat him to it.
"A word of the wise, don't get him started on his comics." A girl, who I assumed to be Tori, stared at me smugly, one hand placed firmly on her hip as she sauntered forward.
"Hi, I'm Chloe."
The girl just looked at me for a second before turning to Simon. "Let's hurry this up, I have stuff to do later with Liz."
Simon groaned and turned to look at her, disdain filled his eyes. "Don't be keep her too long, we've got a date tonight."
Tori cringed, "I wish I could forget." Grimacing, she muttered quietly. "My best friend and my brother." A shudder.
So Simon was her brother, that made sense as I looked at both of them. Both had the same brown eyes, same straight nose, and were roughly the same height. However, Simon was clearly Asian, whereas Tori wasn't.
Just then a noise sounded from the kitchen, followed by heavy footsteps, and Derek appeared around the corner, shrugging on a leather jacket. His gaze indifferent as he ruffled his hair before taking a bite out of what looked like a cracker. His emerald green eyes analyzed me for a second before moving towards the front door.
Simon's eyes widened, "What are you doing, Derek?"
"Heading out." Derek responded gruffly in the midst of tying his shoes.
"You can't go, we're interviewing her." Tori said this time, glaring at her roommate as he stood up.
"Have to go into the lab. I'm the only intern available." Derek's harsh voice cut through the room like a knife.
Simon sighed. "You're the one who might be living with her Derek. Don't you want to get to know her first?"
Derek looked at me long and hard, his grumpy expression bore into my annoyed and confused one. "Will you pay your rent on time?"
"She's good with me."