Apartment 13 - an Odell Beckham Jr. Love Sto...
Literally 2 minutes pass and the volume goes up again. This time I'm not quite annoyed by the music itself but of the thought that it will continue to get louder. Then I hear yelling and frustrated screaming, and yet again, an increase in the volume of the music. At this point I mute the television and decide to feed the messy bitch in me with some real life drama.
"YOU NEVER FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! YOU WOULDN'T EVEN GIVE A FUCK IF I WALKED OUT RIGHT NOW!!"
"I TOLD YOU WHAT IT WAS WHEN WE FIRST MET! ITS NOT MY FAULT YOU CAUGHT FEELINGS, TOOK YOUR IMAGINATION, AND RAN WITH IT...DAMN! WHEN YOU GONE LEAVE?"
"ARE YOU FUCKING SER-"
Once again there was an increase in the volume shortly followed by an extremely loud door slam.
"FINALLY! DAMN," was the last thing that came from the apartment that night and the last thing I heard from that apartment for a while.