Ah. I love my hair. My sexy emo bang. Fuck you all who hate emos! *flips off*
Amanda followed the soaking wet Tyler back to his apartment, and climbed the flight of stairs with him, attempting to think of a conversation topic. After they entered Tyler had apologized profusely for the place not being neater. As he went to take a hot shower and change clothes he had told Amanda to make herself at home. As she heard the water start running, she took it upon herself to start exploring the place. She started with the kitchen, looking for something to eat, and shuddered at the food in the fridge. Inside the fridge were many and many containers of unrecognizable foods, some even having green, white, and yellow mold growing out of them. She patted her stomach, which was saying something along the lines of Feed me bitch, or Im so not agreeing with anything you eat for the next three days. Amanda frowned and left the kitchen and the next place on the tour that her feet lead her was to the living room. The table and area around it was cluttered with multiple soda cans and junk food wrappers. Some areas of the couch had ripped holes in it and looked like some unidentifiable substances laid on it. Amanda shuddered once again. How could anyone live in a place like this and not be affected?
From the living room she went down the hall, and casually peeked in each, minus the bathroom of course, she left, what she thought was Tyler's bedroom alone and went back to the living room, frowning down at the couch and the odd substances on it. She went to the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels before sitting down on the couch. The paper towels were being used as a cushion to protect her butt from the matter on the couch. A few minutes later, Tyler emerged from the bathroom, towel drying his coffee colored hair. "Im sorry it's boring here..." He muttered, as his face reddened.
"It's quiet alright," Amanda muttered, kicking the trash on the floor.
"Why don't I take you out as payment for earlier?" Tyler questioned, "I know I don't have much of anything here..."
"Okay," Amanda told him, grinning. "And then, we're so going to clean this pig sty up and then get you some food," She told him.
"How?" he asked, as they exited the apartment.
"My mother and her credit card will never say no to someone in need," Amanda nodded.
"Where do you w-want to go?" Tyler asked her as he shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket.
"Uhm. Taco Bell?" she asked. Tyler nodded and they began to walk to the fast food joint. Amanda ended up order a no. 3, which she specified was to be soft tacos. Once she was handed her three, glorious and delicious artery clogging goodness, and Tyler had received his death wishes, they sat down at one of the tables, and began eating. After eating, and heading back to Tyler's apartment, they had secured themselves, each with a pair of plastic gloves and in Amanda's case a scrunchie to hold her hair back.
"We're starting in the kitchen," Amanda said. Tyler gave the affirmative head nod, and they marched to the kitchen, where Tyler armed himself with a trash bag. Amanda reached out and pulled out a container, and dumped it into the trash, and loading the container in the dishwasher. They both gagged at the rotten smell that was seeping from the trash bag. "What the hell was that?" Amanda gasped, probably needing a gas mask because those fumes were probably toxic.
"I think it was left over pasta," he said, sheepishly. Amanda scrunched up her face and began quickly dumping the deadly and baneful foods into the trash bag and into the dishwasher. After getting the fridge emptied they had began to run the dishwasher. Amanda had readied herself, once again, only this time it was with a sponge and a container of soap.
"Well. Tie that lethal bag up and take it to the dumpster," Amanda instructed. Tyler followed her orders. Once he returned she continued her directions, "We need to wait to after school hours or else Ill be killed unmercifully when I would walk in the door.
"Uhm. Well, I do have my parents credit card, I just haven't used it in a while," Tyler mumbled.
"Really? Then lets go shopping," she cheered. They, once again exited the chambers of Tyler. They walked to the store, which they were lucky, because the apartments gave a rather bleak view of the back of a grocery store. They walked across the street, dodging a few cars in the process and entered.
messages are nice. so are rates.
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