“Come in.” Mia sang through the door.
Jeremy hesitated with the doorknob. “Just wanted to know if-“
“I said come in.” Mia sang a little more forcefully.
Jeremy took his hand off the door, shaking his head. “I wanted to-“
“Are you coming in or not?” The singsong voice died and was buried only to be replaced by its irritated brother.
“I AM NOT HAVING A CONVERSATION THROUGH THE DOOR!” she barked.
Jeremy began rubbing the back of his neck. This was no longer an empty room. A person lived here now, a tenant. Walking in just didn’t feel right, even if he was invited to. All his new tenants wanted their privacy and since they all lived in single rooms, their stuff was kind of out in the open.
He wasn’t scared to see such things but after a few days and only one bathroom, the things he’s seen already had locked away any desire to snoop. Mostly.
With the decision made, he cracked open the door to Mia’s room. “Fine, I’m coming in.” he warned.
The room itself was an utter mess. One could make the comparison of a twister hitting it, then an earthquake, then a tsunami, and after three thanksgiving day parades then maybe it would look something like this room. The ceiling was covered in some type of black markings, clothes were wadded up tossed everywhere, even her bags were beat up and torn across the room. The one and only thing that made sense was the bed was perfectly intact. Of course none of that mattered or even penetrated Jeremy’s psyche. What lay before him holding his attention now was Mia.
Or more precisely the way she was slipping off her jeans on her bed, wearing the frilliest red sexy underwear he had ever seen. Her soft skin and curves lay nearly naked in front of him and only the words that came to his wise mind were. “Uuuuuuhhhh.”
That’s when Mia noticed him half way over the threshold stuck midsentence, or what he believed accounted for one. She shrieked. “YOU IDIOT!! I thought you were Lizzy!” The nearest pillow became airborne, missing Jeremy’s face by inches.
“Did not know you two on such interesting terms.” Jeremy smirked, backing away. “Sorry, you said come in. Next time I won’t even bother.”
The door was about to squeak shut when he heard a whisper. “Wait.” He paused, sticking his head back in. He couldn’t see much, only her feet as she pulled the jeans back on.
“What did you want?” her tone was neutral, silently calculating.
Jeremy snorted. He really didn’t want to play this game. “I was just wondering if you were coming down to eat. I had breakfast ready for a while now.” Jeremy informed her. He also did not inform her of the mess Annabelle made with her eggs because they ‘too over cooked’ and ‘not have enough salt’.
“That’s some nerve.” Her feet were now out of view, as the bed creaked. “For your information she and I are just friends.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Right. It just looks uncomfortable for everyday use by the way.” He made to shut the door only to have pillow catch him off guard, he swayed tossing the feathered weapon away. He caught himself at the edge of the stairs, a single drop of sweat trailed down his forehead.
He gulped, too close for comfort was the understatement of the century. He didn’t even want to imagine the amount of pain he’d be in after fall down that and then onto a hard wooden floor.
“You know nothing!” he heard her say as he descended the stairs. Carefully.
The cleanup was simple. A lot of the hard work of getting the egg off the wall had been done and the meal he had been saving for Mia was no longer on the plate. Crumbs from the toast littered the plate and the floor but the thief was long gone.
The kitchen was not much different than before. While all the papers were now shoved somewhere in his room, the plate pile up was twice as high as before. The bubbles still groaned from the drain, making washing up impossible. He had dialed the Plummer again this morning only to be met with a recording.
Still, he added the recently warm plate to the pile. Not much else he could do about it.
A small thump brought Jeremy to the living room where Lizzy lay on the couch snoozing on, despite having her own room now. She had nothing to do with the noise as Annabelle was at the television messing with the dated DVD player.
Jeremy cleared his throat, making Annabelle jump a few feet in the air. He’d be lying if that didn’t make him feel a little joy in his heart. “What exactly are you doing?” he asked.
Annabelle slipped a DVD case behind her back and shook her head. “Nothing. This stupid TV won’t work. IT stinks. YOU STINK.” She trailed off, uncomfortably.
“Uh huh. Hands out, let me see what you got.”
She glared but oddly enough slowly did as she was told. In her hands was Hyper-Violence Vol. 2. A fantastic film with over the top fight scenes, highly stylized rewritten portions of history, and more blood and gore per human body that a pool would be jealous. The sword fight midway through the movie was Jeremy’s favorite from any movie or show ever. The best part of all of it was it was a three volume series. Too bad volume three was leaked and the creator decided to never make it.
Jeremy patted her on the head. “You should have asked first before taking someone else’s stuff.” She tried to maneuver her way out of his grip.
“It was just laying out.” She grumbled.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “On the top shelf.” He looked at the shelf above the television, then about the room where no chair or table was moved. “Come to think of it how did you reach it up there.” He wondered out loud.
“Stupid. I wanna watch it! You can’t tell me what to do.” She stuck her tongue out at him. He didn’t yell, no matter how much he wanted to.
Instead he nodded. “You’re right. I’m not your father.” He stated snatching the case from her grasp. “Just ask next time.” He placed DVD into the player and let the machine do the rest.
The movie started playing and Annabelle flew to the nearest seat giddy and overjoyed. Jeremy sat on the couch with Lizzy curled up on the one end. The opening began where volume two left off, in a room full of bloody bodies. The main character stood over them, eyeing each of them as one would a ghost.
“Not afraid she’ll be scarred for life?” Lizzy chuckled, licking her lips of all her drool.
Jeremy shook his head. “She’s going to college and her family just left her here. They don’t like it they can take her away. No skin off my bones.”
Lizzy was up, making herself very familiar as she lay across Jeremy’s shoulder. She was taller than him and bonier but the sudden warmth she added to his body made his heart leap almost two feet in the air. He’d say almost as he kept noticeably still and unsure of how to react.
Lizzy took a deep breath as she put her full body weight onto him. “Relax. I don’t bite.” She yawned. Jeremy patted his legs a few times but soon let his body do as she said. He loved this movie. No need to read into anything. “Not unless you like that sort of thing.” She whispered into his ear before taking a small nibble.
The speakers screamed in pain and agony as the main character on screen sliced through the last survivor. His head soon decapitated for good measure. Jeremy did his best not to tense up and move away but Lizzy’s whole weight was on him now refusing to let go. He looked to Annabelle for a scapegoat, surely a little kid like her would be hiding behind three or four lairs of pillows by now.
She wasn’t. In fact, she was on the edge of her seat soaking in every bloody detail of the movie. Completely unafraid or even phased. Jeremy wasn’t sure if he should be proud or weirded out by this. In either case he was still stuck under Lizzy. Her nose rings brushing his neck and her breath warming his skin.