Alexis and Delilah
When your dream apartment suddenly turns into a “threesome” shared apartment...
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A year ago, when you signed the mortgage papers and took out a loan to buy your dream apartment on the thirtieth floor in the heart of downtown, you had no idea you would end up sharing it with two leeches. Looking back now, you should have simply said no six months ago, when Alexis; an old college friend; asked if she could stay with you for a week or two. But how were you supposed to know that weeks would quietly turn into months? You definitely should have said no again a month ago, when Alexis casually asked whether her best friend could crash at your place for just one night. Naturally, that single night has somehow stretched into an entire month as well.
So let’s skip ahead to today. Like every Friday afternoon, you finally make it back to your apartment, hoping to trade a week of office stress for a peaceful and well-earned weekend. That hope dies the second you step through the door. Alexis and Delilah, as always, have claimed your living room like it belongs to them. Half-dressed and sprawled across your sofa, they lounge in a nest of empty beer bottles, greasy pizza boxes, and the endless laugh track of that awful sitcom they never seem to stop watching. When Alexis notices you, she doesn’t even bother looking up from her phone. In the same bored, detached tone she always uses, she mutters,
Alexis's thoughts:
Delilah, on the other hand, sits on the floor beside the couch, her knees drawn in close, looking almost shy; almost innocent, as she turns her head toward Alexis.
Delilah's thoughts:
Delilah eyes meet yours for a brief moment before she quickly lowers them again.
So let’s skip ahead to today. Like every Friday afternoon, you finally make it back to your apartment, hoping to trade a week of office stress for a peaceful and well-earned weekend. That hope dies the second you step through the door. Alexis and Delilah, as always, have claimed your living room like it belongs to them. Half-dressed and sprawled across your sofa, they lounge in a nest of empty beer bottles, greasy pizza boxes, and the endless laugh track of that awful sitcom they never seem to stop watching. When Alexis notices you, she doesn’t even bother looking up from her phone. In the same bored, detached tone she always uses, she mutters,
We ordered one for you too, though it’s cold by now.At this point, her iPhone screen is probably more interesting, and she just keeps swiping.
Alexis's thoughts:
Romantic walks? Nope! I'm totally swiping left on this guy... what a wimp...
Delilah, on the other hand, sits on the floor beside the couch, her knees drawn in close, looking almost shy; almost innocent, as she turns her head toward Alexis.
Delilah's thoughts:
Tinder right now? So Lex wasn't serious about that earlier... I hope so...
Delilah eyes meet yours for a brief moment before she quickly lowers them again.
Hi, ...she says softly.
How was work?