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Apartment 913	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1089 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Tokio Hotel. This never happened. I am making no money from this, its just for fun.

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|| Bill’s POV ||

When the girl answered the door I liked her instantly- even if the girl didn’t look exactly welcoming. She smelled like cigarettes, beer, and something else I couldn’t quite place, but she was little, her clothes were cute, and I loved her mess of white-blonde hair. She reminded me of a giant baby-doll, being a foot shorter then I was at least. I thought she was that Robbie girl who I had talked to on the phone, her appearance seemed nothing like I thought she would look like. But then I find out she was the other roommate, Marti. Better, her name fit her- she didn’t look like a Robbie to me.

She talked a lot, fast to the point I almost had a hard time keeping up with her. The place was fairly clean- the only mess really seeming to be a pile of beer cans thrown into a corner of the living room and magazines strewn about the couch and table. The room she showed me to be mine was perfect.

I couldn’t really explain why, I mean the little room was far from extravagant. The walls were bare, white walls- and could probably use a little cleaning. Like there was nicotine stuck to the walls, that didn’t surprise me too much- along with talking, Marti seemed to be big on smoking. There was nothing but a bed pushed into the corner of the room and a dresser placed against wall by the closet. I could easily see myself living here, this room being mine- decorated with my things. And I could easily go and buy a new bed if I didn’t like this one. Hell, I was likely to just go buy a new bedroom set. Money wasn’t a problem.

Marti let me sign the papers quickly, not much of an interview really. Like she didn’t care. Something told me that none of the people here really cared who moved in, as long as they followed the rules. They weren’t exactly hard. I don’t smoke, drink, or do drugs anyways. And I’ve always been good at staying out of the way of other people. Besides, I kinda liked Marti. She was one of those people whom you could tell had a hard life- seeming slightly anti-social, like she didn’t know how to interact with normal society. But it a strange way, it was charming on the Baby Doll.

After I had picked up my few bags I had with me from the hotel I was staying at, I came back to Apartment 913 and put everything away- finding happily that someone in this apartment building had an unlocked Wi-Fi connection, so I was able to go online and order the stuff I wanted for my room. I’d go shopping later this week for more, but after thinking about it I found a new bedroom set was exactly what I needed for my room. After shutting down my laptop, I slid it back in its case and set it on the foot of my bed before going out to the living room to find Marti Mai still sitting on the couch, smoking again.

“What’s you’re last name?” I asked her after she had finished asking me questions. She asked some personal questions, I figured I could ask something as well. She watching cartoons on the TV. Oh yes, Marti and I were going to get along great. She had out on Family Guy- I absolutely love this show. And she seemed to like it too.

She was silent for a minute still before looking up at me, leaning against the arm of the couch and throwing her legs across my lap as though she wanted to see my reaction to it rather then answer my question. When I didn’t move, she tilted her head and shrugged, “Don’t have one.” She told me.

Her reply made me frown in confusion. How can you not have a last name? It didn’t make any sense to me. I had a last name, I just didn’t like it. Bill Trumper. That was my full name. She knew it, after all. I had it on the papers she made me sign. “How can you just not have a last name?”

“Because I never had any parents to give me one.” She told me, grabbing another cigarette from the pack next to her, lighting he millionth one since I walked in here, “I lived in an orphanage until I was seven. From what I was told, my mom overdosed and killed herself. If a neighbor hadn’t called the cops complaining about some crying baby, I probably would’ve died too.” My eyes were slightly wide, begging her for more of her story. What had happened after that. I mean, if they found her mom, wouldn’t they have been able to find her last name? She read the questions on my face and sighed.

“The apartment that we were in apparently had nothing. Just essentials. Furniture, appliances. There wasn’t a single picture, a single document, there wasn’t anything. Mom became a Jane Doe, and I was sent to an orphanage. The nuns there named me after some saint. I now just go by Marti. Marti Mai if anything more.”

I didn’t press the subject anymore. Her voice had gotten colder and colder the more she talked about it, and I didn’t want to start off with the roommate I already like hating me. We fell into our silence again, Marti Mai smoking cigarette after cigarette and flipping from channel to channel while commercials were on. I flinched when the door slid open, Marti Mai didn’t move a muscle until it was closed again.

Both of us turned to face the person walking in, I could have died right then and there looking at him. His clothes looked like they were probably five sizes too big on him, and he had a hat that covered over his eyes and dreadlocks that were a mile long falling down his shoulder. He didn’t look happy at all when he looked up and tilted his hat back and I could see more of his face. Holy bloody Jesus in hell… God he was gorgeous!

“Hey Tomi.” Marti Mai said to him, he grunted in response and waved his hand to make Marti Mai scoot closer to me so he could sit next to her. I remembered what she had told me earlier, “You stay out of Tom’s way. Always.” I could tell she was serious, Tom didn’t seem like one you would want to cross. But he was just so pretty.

“Who is he?” His words would sharp when he spoke to Marti Mai, and didn’t direct anything towards me. I frowned slightly, but kept silent. Hoping to god he wasn’t some homophobic prick. I get along with a lot of people, but honestly… I cannot stand people who are so unreasonably homophobic.

“This is Bill, he’s our new roommate,” She told him, pulling a cigarette out of her pack and handing it to him. He swiped it from her fingers and held his hand out expectantly to her and she just handed him a lighter. It was like it was something that happened everyday. He gets home; she gives him stuff without thinking twice. I hoped I wasn’t going to ruin this little life they had set out for them.

“I don’t like him.” Was all Tom had said as his eyes glued onto the TV and he scowled at what we were watching. “What the fuck are you watching? This is so stupid, Maxie.” He said to her, and I was even more confused. I thought her name was-

“Marti.” She corrected him. Oh… okay, so he just fucked up her name. I don’t know how you could mess it up, it was pretty easy. Maybe Tom just didn’t care or something. He didn’t seem very nice. I was starting to get a little afraid of him. But nothing I could do about that but stay out of his way like I was already told to do.

“Whatever.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he pushed himself up from the couch and pulled the hat that covered over his eyes off, tossing it on the table in front of us, “Either way, the show is still stupid. Grow up some.” He said, giving me a slight glare before he walked away from us and to one of the bedrooms.

My eyes followed him until the door was slammed shut and I heard him lock it behind him. Everything about him said ‘Stay Away’ and ‘Danger’ and his very presence sent shivers down my spine. To bad that wasn’t enough to not make me instantly crush on the guy. Nnng… the hot guy I’m living with already hates me. So not cool. “So Tom is pretty much…” I trailed off.

Marti Mai finished for me, “Stubborn? An asshole? Rude? Crude? Pig headed? Bitchy? Take your pick, Bill, every single one of those words describes our little Tomi there.” She said yawning some and letting her head fall back, “He’s a total flamer, but refuses to admit it. Okay, strike that, he admits it. But, he hates himself for it. So don’t take any offense to what he says.” I couldn’t help but smile at her words. It made more sense why he didn’t like me. I was openly gay and accept who I am. And I knew it was pretty easy to tell that I was just by looking at me.

“Okay… thanks for the warning,” I smiled at her, she just shrugged.

Marti Mai grabbed the remote again, flipping through the channels until she found Fairly Odd Parents on shifted on the couch so she was laying down on her side with her legs across my lap still. I was a little surprised, but I didn’t bother moving away from her.

“Yanno what,” She mumbled, “I’m strangely comfortable with you here.” She told me, her eyes falling closed and her long lashed rest against the pale cheeks.

“Why is it so strange?” I asked, not able to help my curiosity.

“I’m not comfortable around new people… especially guys…” She sounded like she was half asleep. “It could just be me crashing… but I like that you’re here.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” I said with a small laugh and I saw a smile spread across her lips. I stayed silent after that though, she seemed to have fallen asleep- and she looked like she needed it too. So I let her lay there as I just watched TV, I’d move her when I was ready to lay down too. I’m an insomniac though, so she could easily be awake before then anyways. I just hoped she wakes up before that Robbie girl got here, I’d feel more comfortable if she introduced us.
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