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This is where you're going to stay. You have everything? Your ID, bag, and keys? The apartment manager asked me.
"Ya. Hold on, why do I need my ID for?" I asked
He stared at me for a minute, then said "for your train ticket to and from places."
I looked at him for a minute before remembering that I couldn't aparate myself to and from places anymore if I wanted to stay under Dumbledore and The Dark Lords radar, and the Ministry of Magic, it would not make a fun day for either of us as to why the heir to the Rosier family is in America.
"Oh ya; hold on" I pulled it out making sure it had the correct information on it, I had to try to find an old muggleborn to help me get it situated…I owe them a favor now for keeping my cover. I looked at it before handing it to the apartment manager.

Evan Rosier
Dob, April 20th 1961
12:00am
Montrose, Scotland
Blond hair, blue eyes

I don't know why it says blue eyes when my eyes are silver but it works as a fake. "Here" I said, as I handed it to him I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm actually doing this, I'm in America in the one place The Dark Lord, or Dumbledore wouldn't think to look for me if they came after me. All my funds were still in Gringotts bank aside from the money I had pulled out right before I left England.
"Alright Mr. Rosier your information looks to be In order, are you in America for studying or are you traveling?"
"...I'm just traveling for a few years. I've heard a lot about Chicago so I want to see for myself."
"Very well Mr Rosier, well here's your apartment key to apartment 25, our elevator is broken so you'll have to take the stairs, you're living with two other people so hopefully you know how to make friends." He handed me my apartment key and pointed me in the direction.. friends ya I don't about that. I made a mental note to keep an eye on the manager.
As I was walking up the flight of stairs I realized just how much being chased by Sirius is going to help me out, because my apartment is at the top of 3 flights of stairs, I pity the people who live higher in the building.
As I walked down the hall of the floor I assumed was mine I couldn't help but think about what I was getting myself into. And how I was going to pull off being in Chicago every time The Dark Lord summons me, but if it means I can try to find a safe place to live once this is all over I'm willing to risk it. And what's the worst that can happen. All I did was apply for an apartment that was already being lived in by two people who needed a 3rd roommate. I wouldn't have a hard time paying my portion of rent because I'll be able to use the banks in America.
As I walked closer to the door that had a 25 on it I started to panic but figured I'd just try to keep quiet, I heard music through the door it sounded vaguely like a band James would play while we were getting high in Filches storage closet at Hogwarts. I with my one chest of luggage because I didn't have that many possessions that I wanted with me, just most of the same stuff I had during the school years, opened the door.
"Hey look who it is!" I heard someone yell from down the hall, my first opinion of the apartment was it was long. And kinda cramped, and I'm grateful I didn't bring any furniture because it looks already furnished. A guy who looked around my age popped his head out of a room I didn't notice when I walked in, "hey man, you must be our new roommate, I'm Zack, the asshole with his headphones on is Collin." He pointed to the couch that had a guy in a bright red hoodie with an mp3 player studding over books in the corner. "it's good to meet you here. I'll show you the place. Me and Collin have lived here for almost 2 years so the house is already almost fully furnished, the bedroom you're getting was where our old roommate lived in, I hope that's alright with you. And don't worry about Collin he'll warm up to you he's just working on school right now." Looking at Zack I could tell that he was going to be easy to get along with.
All I had to do was nod and act like I was paying attention, Collin is going to be the harder one to get along with. "This apartment has 3 bedrooms, one bathroom, a small community kitchen and to do your laundry you'll have to go to the laundry room that's open from 8am to 10pm on weekdays and open 12am to 9 pm on weekends, don't ask why we never get an answer for why." Zack continues talking without pausing and it reminds me of Jamie in a weird way "The door you walked through to get into the apartment leads into the kitchen on the right, living room is on the left with the hallway dividing them'' Zack does a spin with his arms out like he's showcasing an opening at a restaurant, or a special event. "The bathroom is on the wall to your right, your bedroom is also on the right, it's the last door mine and Collins bedrooms are on the left side mine is across from yours and Collins is by the bathroom, trust me you'll know why when he has chilly."
I guess Collin had taken off his headphones because he yelled "hey I'm not that bad asshole". From the living room, I couldn't help but think of Barty at that moment. We made it to the end of the hallway when Zack announced "here this is where you're going to be staying, feel free to make it your own. The landlord only comes by to pick up rent otherwise he doesn't bother us much". The bed in the room has been cleaned but it belongs to the apartment so you don't have to worry about bringing your own". He must have noticed I didn't have any luggage or didn't have anyone move anything into the place. Zack then left muttering something about letting me get situated, and familiar with the place.
**Time skip**
…"Hey, does this place have a way to go to the roof?" I asked as it was getting darker outside. I noticed some clouds gathering in the sky and wanted to go smoke, Zack looked at me weirdly, " the window by your room has a ladder you can use to climb to the roof but honestly I don't know how safe it is, why?" "Thanks man and no reason I just want some fresh air". "In the middle of November? In Illinois? Your crazy man but go ahead and try, just leave the window unlocked and make sure to lock it when you come in. I don't want to be murdered because you left it unlocked" Zack said with a shake of his head. I walked over to the window. Collin was doing the dishes, they seemed to have a routine set into place already. Collin looked up at me and gave a nod of acknowledgement, I just kept walking. Once I got to the window I noticed that the lock was on the side of the window and not the top, it had also been what had looked like to me not opened in years. I fiddled with it for a bit before it came loose and turned to lock so that it was unlocked. Once I got it opened I realized how windy it had gotten. Good, the wind feels nice after being in this tiny apartment with people who I don't fucking know. I really wish I would have packed some firewhiskey or something so I have something other than my box of half smoked weed, that I stole most of it from Jamie.
I messed around with the ladder to make sure it would hold my weight, It shifted and creaked but held me regardless. This building had 3 more stories above the one I was living in so it was going to be a slow climb to make sure I didn't fall, but at this point I didn't care if I fell I just wanted to disappear. And climbing up a rusted out old ass ladder in windy weather just to sit on the roof, Merlin it just might give me the feeling long enough to be ok for a few days, I don't want my new roommates to get worried and call the police on me because I'm on the roof far to much for it to be normal. It started to rain, I closed my eyes and laid back on the concrete letting the feeling of the rain and cold wash over me in a daze.
**Time skip**
By the time I climbed down the ladder to the apartment the rain had slowed down, and I was shivering from the cold, not that I was cold of course after years of sleeping on the ground and sitting on the roofs in all types of weather the cold becomes a comfort, a shock the the system, an I'm still alive feeling almost. I looked down at the wand in my hand, I should probably hide this but it was the only thing I could fidget with that wouldn't get me into trouble, because if I were to use this it would alert someone to my location, and I was too tired to go the a bar right now. I closed the window and made sure to lock it. I hid my wand in my back pocket and I walked to the room that I was given. I hadn't unpacked anything just yet. Fuck I smelled, I really needed a shower so i grabbed the first things I could out of my chest, not bothering to see what I had grabbed and headed down the hall quietly overly aware of the other people in the house, as I walked down the hall I heard muffled talking coming from the room across from the bathroom, Collins bedroom I remembered.
I overheard part of their conversation but didn't care to listen to it all, "do you think he's ok?" "I don't know and honestly I don't care, why?" " Because he was outside in the pouring rain for God knows how many hours, and no normal person does that, lin." "...ya well as long as he doesn't murder us in our sleep and pays his portion of rent I don't really care what he does Zack." I closed the bathroom door. The conversation stopped. I turned the shower on, and stared at myself in the mirror as the room started to fog up. I had bags under my eyes, my eyes normally glossy from all the drinking and smoking I do look dead, and my scars from my father and myself shown in sharp contrast to the paleness of my skin. The burn marks on my arm around the Dark Mark never fading. I wanted to punch the mirror but didn't know how to explain that to the strangers no less than 10 feet away from me. Grow the fuck up Evan, you wanted this. I reminded myself, with a shake of my head and a strong urge to cry I stepped into the shower. The heat, while uncomfortable and almost unbearable, felt like I was rinsing myself clean of all my sins, the mark on my arm never washed off, no matter how many times I scrubbed and burned, and tortured myself for it. Hopefully someday when the war is over I'll get it tattooed over.
I grabbed the shampoo I had. I had stolen from Regulus the last time I was at his house, the blackberry and lavender scent filling up the bathroom. Regulus doesn't know I stole it, and he will probably never find out, considering I rarely talk to him even though he sends me letters. Letters which are kept in my chest bundled up. I let the water run down my body, aware of where exactly the water stings and where it just burns. Once I'm out and dried off i get dressed and go to the bedroom I was staying in. I grabbed my blanket and pillow and the sheets off of the bed and laid them on the floor. I'll move the bed when I wake up but right now I'm tired and want to sleep.
**Time skip**
I woke up in a sweat from the nightmare I had, I hoped I didn't wake anyone up. It still looked dark out so I decided to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water because I didn't have any with me. When I walked out of the bedroom I noticed that the kitchen light was on. And there was music playing lightly in the background. Fuck. I turned into the kitchen and saw Collin sitting at the counter they had. " Hey" I said. He looked at me and nodded. I sat on the other end of the counter. " I heard your yell". " What?" I asked. "Your yell, what were you dreaming about?" "I can't remember". I replied even though I remember every detail of my nightmare. He looked at me before nodding. " There's cups in the cupboard to your left if you want something to drink". As I walked over to the counter I heard him ask "Where did you get your hoodie". I looked down and realized that the hoodie I had grabbed before my shower last night in a haste was Regulus's quidditch one the one that he wore all the time with his number and last name on it, that made me look at the rest of the cloths I had put on and I realized none of the clothes I had on belonged to me. I was wearing Regulus's hoodie, Jamie's sweatpants, and one of Barty's old pair of gloves that he tossed at me years ago that I never returned…I probably should one of these days if he ever wants to talk to me. I don't know how I came to be wearing his fucking gloves and as much as I should want to merlin I don't want to take them off, fuck I don't want to take anything I'm wearing off. "It's an old friend of mine I forgot I had ." I said, he continued to look at me like he's trying to figure out a puzzle but then schools his face and goes back to reading his book.
I look at the clock it says it's 8:48 am I wonder what they do throughout their day, it looks like I'll be finding out soon, because i hear zack walking down the hall, he looks at me and Collin confused for a split second before smiling a smile that I never thought I'd see anyone other than James wear, and asked what we were up to. "Um I wanted water, and I don't really know what there is to do around here to be honest." I said. Collin looked at me with squinted eyes, " where are you from? Because you sound English." "Oh ya I'm from Montrose Scotland." It was silent for a minute before Collin asked why I'm in America. " I wanted something new, I wanted to see what America had to offer". "Well you came to America at the worst time my man" Zack said. " Look Collin has school in an hour, and I have to go to work, so feel free to sight see or do whatever you want to, just know rents due on the 5th every month so unless you have rich parents I'd suggest looking for a temporary job, ok buddy?" Zack said half seriously while going to the kitchen and grabbing a pan. "Anyone want pancakes?" He asked with a smile.
**Time skip**
Collin left at 9:15 something about wanting to take the bus which just left me and Zack. Zack was a lot like Jamie I was realizing, happy on the outside but secretly suffering, wanting no one to worry about him but still wanting one person to give a shit and notice. "So. What do you do for work?" I asked him. I was genuinely curious because he seems like someone who wouldn't like to be tied down to a simple job. "I work in the factories in the central part of the city, I start heading out around 9:30. It takes me an hour to get to work." Zack said somberly. "What about you Evan was it? What do you do for work?" I thought about it for a minute before carefully responding with "I'm traveling for a few years before I hopefully take over my family's line of business". While that's not at all true it's a believable lie to get me through this, honestly I'm just hoping to survive this fucking war and if I don't…well I'm hoping Regulus and Barty can live free and be happy, along with James, and everyone else who deserve happy endings because even if I don't get one, fuck i could care less if I get one, I just want, no Merlin i need them to be happy, even if I'm not in their lives. I'm brought out of my thoughts by Zack taping me, I flinched and he stepped back alarmed. " You good man? I was asking what type of family business but you zoned out on me, are you good?". I was trying to gather my thoughts that kept telling me I wasn't safe, that any minute now The Dark Lord would enter the apartment and tell me I'd been found out and he had everyone captured. " Ya I'm good, sorry for worrying you, I was just lost in my head". I gave him a small smile. " Alright man if you're sure, sorry to drag up some bad memories." " You're fine." "Shit I'm going to be late, I'll see you later, I'll be home by 10 at the latest, Collin will be home around 4, see you later man." And with a quick grab of his wallet and a hat of some sort Zack ran out of the apartment and left me alone. So I did the only thing I knew what to do, I went back to sleep. And hoped this would all be over soon.
**Time skip**
I woke up from another nightmare, fuck I should be used to this by now. I walked out and glanced at the clock in the kitchen it said 12pm 2 hours of sleep, fuck I'll take it. I was alone in this apartment, surrounded by sounds and smells I wasn't used to. A small part of me told me I was making a fucking mistake, but I didn't listen I never did so why start now. I went back to the bedroom and looked around at the blank walls and hardwood floors, should I unpack or not was the question on my mind. I decided to go through my truck and see what I had in it, and see if I had anything else that belonged to other people. I pulled out my socks, boxers, my t-shirts and jeans. All of the things that belonged to me I put in a pile, damn I really did steal people's shit. My belongings, even with the more personal items, took up less than half of my chest. All of the stuff I had belonged to other people who I was no longer in contact with. Fuck. Should I mail these to them? …No, the selfish part of me won over, and I decided to keep them. After all, I doubt anyone would accept them back. I looked at the pile, besides the clothes I was wearing, I had Pandora's bracelet, Barty's shirt and one of his hoodies, and I had some of Regulus skin care products, I didn't know what I was thinking when i packed this, I remember just tossing the first things I could grab into my chest, after a fight with my Father. Honestly I should go home and try to get better things but at this moment I don't want to go home. I've made my bed, now I need to lay in it. There were other things but I didn't care to pay attention anymore to what I had. I just wanted to sleep, and maybe get high again.

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I was awoken by to sound of a door opening, fuck was Collin already home? I looked at the clock, sure enough it said 5:15 in bold red letters. I figured if Collin or Zack needed me they knew where I was staying. I looked up at the ceiling and thought about how I got here, would I really be able to get free? Would we be able to get free? I scoffed to myself, no, I wouldn't get free. Eventually everything is going to catch up to me. I just hope I'll be able to keep my friends safe. Well if i could even call them my friends, who knows they probably don't want anything to do with me anymore, not with how fucked up i am, but if anyone deserves to be free its Regulus and Barty, and no matter how much i keep fucking things up with them i need to be able to keep them safe. I dont give a shit if i live or die as long as they're safe so until I'm able to come up with a plan, and as long as Dumbledore keeps his promise then i'll just try to keep outrunning fate. I looked at my hand. How much longer do I have? I know Jamie doesn't believe in the whole lifeline bullshit, but now, I'm starting to wonder if it has any truth to it.
“ Hey Evan”? “Fuck” i startled up from where i was laying and hit my head on the base of the bed. “What the fuck man? Don't sneak up on people.” I groaned as I rubbed my head. Collin just raised an eyebrow and looked at me. “What do you want”? I asked again, trying not to show how startled I was. How the fuck was he able to sneak up on me like that? I fucking heard him come inside? “Sorry for startling you, but I just had a question and was wondering….” I zoned out as he was talking because there was something in his tone that sent me back to a conversation I had with Regulus that I tried so hard to forget.

**flashback**
“Hey ev?” Reggie asked softly, I looked over and raised an eyebrow. Ya reg? “ Can I ask you something?” I looked up at the ceiling. “ Ya, sure what's up?” I responded not knowing where this was going. “if we were in a different world, if everything was ok and there was no war, no expectations to live up to, would I be enough?” I glanced at Reggie. He continued, sitting up and looking at me with determination, his eyes pleading with me to say yes “ if it was just you and me, no one else was around, would that be enough? Would I be enough for you?”
i looked over at Reggie, and for a minute; what he asked me didn't even process, but when it did I froze, I looked over to where Barty was sleeping on the chair, how he was comfortable I'd never know….but would Regulus be enough for me…in a different world would he be enough… I sighed and shook my head, no Reggie wouldn't be enough not for me not when he deserved so much more and not when I couldn't have both him and Barty. I looked over at him realizing he was still waiting for an answer, “ no” I said softly, hating the way his eyes started to tear up. He moved away from me and I immediately hated the loss of warmth. “I wish you would have answered differently”. He said his tone, laced with hurt and bitterness. I hated the way it made me feel, and I wished I could have immediately taken it back but what's said has already been said and I can't take it fucking back. If anyone else had made Regulus sound this sad and look this upset under any other circumstance I would have killed them but it was me who made Regulus sound like this, it was me who hurt him again. And it was me who he was looking at. I can't seem to stop hurting him, so what does that say about me? That I would kill anyone else but I seem perfectly fine hurting him all the time? Fuck I fucking despise myself, but that's not new, and it's too late to take anything back. I couldn't look at Regulus otherwise I would start to cry so I just stayed silent, wanting to say I didn't mean it that he was enough but I'm too much of a coward to say what I meant, so I just did what I always do I stay silent and let Regulus walk away.“...ya me too.” I said knowing that it doesn't matter what I say afterwards it wouldn't change that I said he wouldn't be enough.
I laid back on the couch and sighed. “ Ev…hey you ok?” Barty asked, sounding concerned, I didn't know how long I had laid there with Barty curled up in the chair. And I didn't know when he had moved I shrugged not really knowing what to say at this point, all I do when I talk is seem to fuck things up constantly with Reggie and Barty. Nothing seems to help me get out of the hole I keep digging myself into. Barty moved and I noticed he moved closer to me. “Hey ev, it'll be ok.” I looked up at the ceiling, wondering what it would be like if it was just the three of us. No school, no families, no war…it'll be ok? “ How, when I keep fucking hurting him!” I looked at Barty who shuffled a little bit and started to play with the tip of his gloves. Like he does when he's nervous about something “Ya well you're not alone ev, I keep hurting him too.” I scoffed a bit although it sounded choked even to me. “ Why is everyone so in love with him, fucking head over heals, but yet he always misses it, or he refuses to acknowledge it; it goes straight over his fucking head.” I shook my head slightly and immediately regretted it when the room started tilting. Fuck I smoked too much again. I zoned back in when Barty chuckled. “ You noticed it to huh?” I looked at him, a little offended that he thought I wouldn't notice my best friend being in love with our other best friend.
But then again Barty doesn't believe that I actually love him, and with how shitty of a friend I've been to him; why would he think I paid attention to him and his feelings for Regulus, I haven't shown that gave a shit. But they would be cute together…if it was anyone else I'd lose my shit and freak out over either of them dating someone, and it's fucking toxic but I can't help it, but thinking about Barty and Regulus, they'd be cute together. They'd be cute and better for each other. Barty sighed “ ya but it doesn't matter if I'm in love with him, he doesn't believe it.” I glanced over at him and he looked like he wanted to add on something but changed his mind.
“It's the black insecurity” I said with a smirk to attempt to lighten the heaviness of the mood, it didn't help, Barty just sighed and agreed. “ Do you want help getting back to your dorm?” I thought for a minute before deciding that getting up would not be good. “ Nah it's ok I just want to stay here tonight.” I felt Barty cover me with a blanket before muttering “ g'night ev, sweet dreams.” As he left the room I mumbled quietly, “ goodnight bee, sweet dreams.” I hoped that he was going to check on Regulus because Regulus needed someone who was going to hold him. After what felt like forever I got up from the couch. I should go upstairs, I should go upstairs and apologize and explain, explain what exactly? I don't know; that the reason I said no Reggie wouldn't be enough is because I'm in love with him and Barty? And that I don't feel like I'm good enough for either of them? Explain that I'm scared, because in this life there's a war and I'd rather have them hate me and keep them safe than to have them and lose them because I got what I wanted. Explain that I was trying to keep him safe, safe from his family, and safe from me.
Once I was sure I couldn't stand anymore I grabbed a blanket and threw it over my shoulder and laid on the floor, looking at the fireplace moving my arms under my chin, watching the last bit of flames die out and wishing again I could just not be fucked up. I felt tears coming and I put my hand on my eyes refusing to cry because i have no reason to be crying, I fucked up, I'm the issue here, the common problem. Instinctively I moved my arm towards the fire as a piece of cole hit my arm, falling from its place on the pile of wood. Fuck…I'm spiraling, I don't want to feel anything, I just want to run, run where I don't know, somewhere no one would find me, I wonder if they would look. I looked at my arm at the redness of the coal still on my arm. It felt peaceful, awakening and it was something I could focus on aside from my fucking sorry existence. Fuck I felt tears. No, I refuse to cry, I'm not going to cry over this. It's just how it is, it's how it's supposed to be. I can't…I can't fuck, I'm not supposed to cry over feelings, it's not how a Rosier acts, if I cry over this it means I've failed and I won't do that. I refuse to, I deserve this. I close my eyes and wish not for the first that I can actually sleep. I'll check in on Barty in the morning.
**End of flashback**
“ Evan….hey, ev…fuck. ev?...ok?…Evan, Hey Evan you good?” I was brought out of my memories by Collin putting his hand on my shoulder and shaking me a bit. Fuck. Why did I have to remember that of all things right now? “ Evan…man common, you good?” I looked at Collin, “ ya sorry man, just got lost in thought for a minute, what ya need?” “ I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with us Zack’ll be home in an hour or so. So if you wanted to stop hiding in your room like a hermit for a few hours, I'll be in the living room.” I watched as he walked out of the room. In hadn't thought I would find myself in Chicago honestly I thought I would be dead by now, but maybe I can use this as a fresh start, no Hogwarts, no death eaters who know where I am, no Dumbledore, and most importantly no father who doesn't give a shit about me. I looked around and realized I could be myself now…whoever the fuck I am, and maybe just maybe these strangers can help me, but first I need to figure out what im going to do about my nightmares…I cant keep waking them up in the morning with my screams…fuck it I'll figure it out later. I got up and walked down the hall for what feels like the hundredth time, to where Colin was chilling on the couch watching what I was told was a TV. “This seat taken?” I asked. Hoping to get a new start on wherever this is leading me. Hopefully I Don't fuck this up to.
Collin gestured to the spot beside him but it felt weird sitting on his couch so I sat on the floor. As I was getting comfortable I noticed Collin looking at me weirdly. “What?” I asked , feeling defensive, I swear if he mentions me sitting on the floor I'm going back to the bedroom. But he just shakes his head and passes me a bag of crisps. “Why?” “because you looked hungry and zack won't be home for another hour or so, so I passed you some chips, nothing to read into.” …I stared at the crisps before accepting them with a grimace. I really didn't want to eat right now but I wasn't going to make myself look bad in front of the person who was letting me stay with them. “Crisps” I corrected without thinking much of it. “Huh”? Collin sounded confused, so I nodded at the bag of crisps he handed me, and repeated myself. He just shook his head, “no, see those are chips, potato chips, you guys might call them crisps but here they are called chips.” I didn't have the time or the energy to argue with him and I was too tired to make a new enemy on purpose. Although knowing me it won't be long before one or both of them decide to kick me out. We sat in silence for the rest of the hour while waiting on zack. Due to the both of us sitting in silence; Collin reading, and me just staring at the wall, when Zack walked into the apartment and put his hat back on the table I jumped startled. “You guys hanging out with me”? Zack asked with a smirk that still amazes me with how similar it looks to jamie. Collin put his book down with a loud sigh “ do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to drag his ass out of his room? It was like trying to wake your ass up in the mornings.” Collin sighed. I was about to say sorry until Zack started laughing, and gave me a high five. Collin just flipped zack off while zack started walking to the bathroom. Collin must have noticed how confused I looked because he just shrugged. “ I'm not wrong, it's almost impossible to wake, zack up in the mornings.” Zack made a clattering noise in the bathroom. I looked at Collin. “Is he always this loud or is just clumsy?”
“he's just clumsy, almost as clumsy as you when you came in from the window this morning.” “oh hahaha what is it pick on Evan day?” I asked exasperatedly with a small laugh. Collin shrugged, I got the feeling that he did that alot. “ you make it easy to pick on you.” “oh hahaha” I rolled my eyes. “Thanks that makes me feel sooo good about myself” collin just nodded and said your welcome and walked to the bathroom where Zack was still making noise, without even knocking Collin just opened the door, Zack let out a small scream and then i heard a muffled
“what the fuck?? You can't just walk in when I'm in here!?” as collin closed the door and then it was silent.
I just looked at the wall. It had some interesting patterns on it, scratches from what looked like moving furniture and had a few dents from what looked like something falling into the wall. Maybe I'll get comfortable with them and they'll eventually share their own stories with me. I figured that they were talking again and would be in the bathroom for a while. So I stood up and went to the window again and climbed onto the roof for what felt like the 100th time in the past 24 hours. Tomorrow I'd have to figure out how to get them my portion of rent. I'd hate to be late and them kick me out over it. I looked at the clouds, and sighed to myself. It looks like a nice night for rain.