I Am Living With an Idiot

Two || Hi My Name Is Vena

It wasn't as heavy as I thought it would be, it weighs about the weight of three middle school text books.

James bends down and picks up one box and puts it in one arm and then bends back down again and picks it up and arranges the boxes so that one is on top of the other.

"Please be careful with that box, Vena. It has every item that has been important to me at some point in my life in there" He says looking in my eye.

"Okay, I will" I reassure him.

He nods hesitatingly and starts for the stairs.

After 10 minutes of going up and down the stairs and loading his belongings into the trunk of his car he walks back into the house for some reason.

"Hey Mom, were done loading my stuff" He yells into the kitchen.

"Okay, bye Son. Call me when you get the chance" She yells back.

"Okay, bye" He yells ending the conversation of yelling back and forth by shutting the door.

"Is that really how you two communicate?" I ask as we walk down the walk way.

He puts his finger to his chin for a moment as if he needs to think about it.

"Actually, yes" He smiles, removing his finger from his face.

I shake my head, "I would get into so much shit if I pulled that with my mom" I say.

"Well that's too bad because it is really fun to do" He chuckles.

I open the door of the black car and get in and sit down on the leather seats. I glance at the dashboard and there isn't even the slightest amount of dust on it.

"How long have you had this car?" I am quite curious, I mean the condition of this car looks like it just came from the car dealership today.

"5 years" He says looking at me.

"Seriously? Wow, you keep it in good shape" I say very surprised.

"Well, I do love this car" He pats the dashboard.

"I think I would love it as well if you actually drove it home, so we can unload all your stuff before sky fall" I gesture for him to start the engine.

He puts the key in the ignition and puts it out of park and backs out of the drive way.

"So Vena, why did you want a flatmate?" He asks keeping his eyes on the road.

"Well to tell you the truth, the landlord decided that she would raise my rent one week before school starts. I liked living on my own and I always hated the idea of having a roommate, but now I really don't have a choice in the matter" I answer his question.

"Oh, well I am sorry for ruining your peaceful home, but I promise you that I will be a good flatmate" he smirks at me for a moment and then back at the road.

"Oh, you haven't ruined it, I think you are a good guy and I know that you won't piss me off" I say making the last part sound more stern.

"Oh I won't" He fake coughs "On purpose anyways" He adds.

We pull into the apartment building parking and we turns the engine off.

"Lets do this" He said dramatically.

I let out a laugh and get out.

It takes us about twenty minutes to bring all his stuff up to the apartment. After our last trip up the stairs we walk into the apartment and James shuts the door behind us. He then immediately jumps over the back of my couch and lands with an 'Ooph'.
He grabs the remote and turns on the football game.

"James, you need to unpack" I say crossing my arms.

"Not, right now" He whines, "after the game" he adds.

I walk over to the couch and plop down beside him, "Fine, what ever" I mutter.

He sits up and leans over on to his knees and intensively concentrates on the screen.

You know I am quite surprised that he just walked into my apartment and turns on the T.V. like he owns the place.

"James?" I ask.

Nothing.

"James?" I say a little louder.

Nothing.

I decide to give up on trying to get his attention while he is busy concentrating because I would be here until the game ended until I got his attention. I get up and grab a snack from the kitchen and then go to my room to read for a few minutes.

I turn around quickly out of my room because I had decided that I am going to read at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

My room was a peaceful place for reading but right now I have to make sure he doesn't get into to something or break something because after living with 5 brothers for 19 years of my life I know how boys can get will watching football, and let me tell you something: It can get pretty ugly pretty fast.

Three years ago I was reading in my room and my brothers were watching a game of soccer in the living room because my mother thought that was some fantastic idea. I could hear them shouting, cheering and knocking things over from all the way from my room, and my room was all the way up the stairs and at the very end of the hallway. I guess that I should have expected ruckus, since they were boys.

I glance at the back of James's head as I unwrap my granola bar, he watches the flat screen attentively. I notice that his dark brown hair is short in the back too and is perfectly cut.

Suddenly it goes to in intermission and commercials appear on the screen.

"James" I say.

He whips his head around, "When did you get there? When did you move? Your like an ninja, Vena" He says in one breath.

Maybe I am a ninja...Nah, but wouldn't it be so cool if I was?!

"You were too preoccupied to notice I got up and grabbed my book and got a snack" I say as a smirk comes onto my face.

"I guess so. Speaking of food; what do you want for dinner?" He asks.

"You really want to cook while a football game is on? You might get burned in the process" I cross my arms in my chair.

"Your right, do you just want to order in? I'll pay" He says turning around facing me and resting his crossed arms on the back of the couch.

Damn right, he will. I can't afford it.

"Well since you offered, Sure" I say happily.

He turns back to the screen, "I know you would have taken the free food whether I offred it or not" He says without looking at me.

How did me know me so well? We just met.

I scoff.

I see that there are still commercials appearing on the screen.

He picks up his iPhone off the coffee table and he dials a number.

"Hi, order for delivery" he says into his phone.

I wonder what food he is ordering, I mean he didn't even ask me what I wanted.