I remember

it as if it just happened yesterday.


My friend,

Priscilla had bought her first apartment and we went out to celebrate her new

beginning an apartment that is also closer to her job as well in the town/ city

we both met and grew up. It was late when we got back to her apartment and

almost every light was on which was crazy because I remember that we turned off

all the lights.

We turned a

corner and there was someone in the bedroom, so Priscilla and I took a bat and

tennis racket ready to attack. The person came out with a crazy look on his

face, I quest we looked ridiculous to him, but it was his question and our

answer that caused question to all of us. He asked ‘why we were in his

apartment?’ I certainly didn’t stay long after gave our answer I figured they

were going to argue and I didn’t want to be a part of that. The next day I

heard from Priscilla it seems that the owner rented it out to both her and the

guy that same apartment, I just wonder what will happen and who will keep it…or

get the apartment…..apparently neither, that owner didn’t help much he said

they would have to deal with it at least he’s not charging per person.

Priscilla

wasn’t happy, but she and Sam came to an agreement which certainly surprised me

because Priscilla can be at times un-comprisable. The comprise was that

Priscilla will sleep in her bedroom and Sam in the spare room, then a scheduled

or locked bathroom when being used, and then Sam will pay the bills accept

Priscilla’s car and Priscilla would be buying food, it was all crazy. They got

use to it and I suppose Priscilla forgot about having Sam there, that it felt

normal; now both of them are friends.

One day I,

Erica came over to the apartment to see if Priscilla would like to go shopping,

but she wasn’t home yet although Sam was; so Sam and I talked. Sam is still

hunting for an apartment, he’s a teacher, and grew up here. I wonder though if

he really grew up here because after I went shopping with my good friend I went

home and pulled out my yearbooks, I didn’t see any one named Sam in my

elementary , but in middle and high school

yearbooks, if only I had his last name it be easier to see who he was.

Thanksgiving

is finally here and Priscilla and I were heading home to be with our family,

but Sam said ‘he had no parents or siblings to go home too.’ His parents died

couple so years ago and he is an only child, wow that must be sad and lonely

when holidays come along, but it seems this year is going to be different

Priscilla offered him to tag along, of course he was hesitant, but Priscilla

wasn’t going to accept any no’s and she called her parents about a friend

coming with her. So for a week and half

Sam was at Priscilla’s parents’ house for thanksgiving.

Two weeks

after Thanksgiving and they’re decorating for Christmas, but neither wanted to

put mistletoe up so I did. They may have not put it up but they kissed a few

hours later I quest they got what was coming for avoiding one décor item. As if

they could hide their feelings by discussing books and their jobs; I was

talking to Sam for a bit I finally got his last name. I went home a few hours
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