(Los Santos Series #1 || When Ray Mond graduated college, she decided to follow her brother to another city named Los Santos after the divorce of their parents and the death of their mother. And the moment Ray stepped foot in Los Santos, she became...
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Ray
It was already dark outside when I heard noises coming from my living room which woke me up from unconsciousness. I grabbed my phone from the bedside and looked at the time on the screen, it was already 1:30 a.m. I quietly walked out of my room and used the light from my phone to look around my already-dark apartment.
"Why are you sneaking into your own apartment?"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I jumped on my feet, clutching my chest when I heard Randy's voice. I heard him chuckling as the lights from my apartment turned on. "Randy! You scared the fuck out of me!" I yelled as I punched him in the arm.
"I'm sorry," he said, still chuckling.
I glared at him and he immediately shut himself up from laughing, but I could still see his shoulders moving uncontrollably. I just rolled my eyes at him before taking a look at the dumbass in front of me. He was wearing a blue and red UK hoodie and boxer shorts. This freaking guy is getting too comfortable with me.
"Why are you here, Randy?" I asked as I sat on my couch. "You lost your way to your apartment or something?" I asked, arching my brow at him.
"I can't sleep, Ray," he said before sitting on the couch beside me. He laid his head on my shoulder while I watched him close his eyes. "Are you good now?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm good." I removed his head from my shoulder and looked directly into his tired eyes. "Why wouldn't I be? I just killed a man 2 days ago," I sarcastically said. "Why are you here again?" I asked.
"No reason. I just need rest," he said.
"Does my apartment look like a resting place?" I rolled my eyes at him. I can't believe this guy. Why does he still have keys to my apartment when I don't even have his? "Isn't this unfair?" I asked.
He pulled his head and looked up at me. "What's unfair?"
"You have keys to my place, I don't have yours." I quirked an eyebrow. "How about you don't have to go to my apartment anymore so it would be fair?"
"Okay, but I have a better idea." He smirked.
Oh no.
I sighed as my brow raised hearing the tone of his voice. "What are you planning now, Randy?" I asked.
"How about we get an apartment together? In that way I won't be trespassing on your house," he said as his brows quivered in a playful manner.
Oh, god! I hate this man.
"You really are that bored, huh?" I stood up from the couch and walked away. "Let's get an apartment, then," I said when he followed me into the kitchen. I know Randy loves to fuck with me, but I'm not having that today. I will fuck with him, too.
"Wait what?" He started giggling nervously. What a dumbass. "Are you sure you want to live with me?"
"Yeah! I mean, you were the one who suggested it, right? I'm just agreeing with you since I can't get enough of you and I want to see you every time, let's have an apartment together," I sarcastically said. I looked away with a smile grazing my lips when I noticed him looking almost malfunctioning because of what I said. Serves him right.
