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What would you do if you had to live with your sworn enemy.. his room right next to yours, Thats Dahlias reality. Marco, her short tempered, tattooed rock enthusiast, next-door neighbour with a thirst for making life miserable for her with his obnoxious and confrontational attitude. Just HAD to live in the same house as her...

POV: Dahlia.

I once again was startled out of dream land to the sounds of loud music, Im starting to think he plays shitty music on purpose just to get a reaction out of me. I stormed out of my room to repeat the same thing I have been telling him for the last several months since ive moved in.

"marco?" I nervously called out, knowing I had to use a specific tone for him to even consider doing what I asked ,I cautiously stepped into his room, door cracked open. To be met with him doing pullups,, his hair a blonde, sweaty mess. 

the room smelled of cigarettes, a spicy and woody cologne scent and sweat 'is that oud?' I thought.

... to say I was drooling would be an understatement.

he was wearing a now drenched black tank top, His several tattoos peaking out, along with black baggy shorts, Which werent covering his package very well.

I gulped taking a mental image of the tattoos covering his chest leading up to his neck, With- 'Stop what is wrong with me' I caught myself.

his walls were painted black with various band posters covering every square inch of his bedroom with his king sized bed in the farthest corner of the room.

I immediately took notice of the handcuffs he had chained to his bedpost 'what a weirdo'

"Get out" he said with a quiet yet vicious tone, letting go of the pull-up bar, walking towards me

"listen...im trying to sleep and your music-"

"Get the fuck out" He cursed with widened eyes roughly pushing me out his room, causing my back to hit the wall. slamming the door in my face, Turning up his music even more ,

"asshole" He breathed out Returning back to his pullups, 'how rude' I winced getting up from the floor 'im not sure why I thought that would work'

I went back to my room, falling back asleep was pointless at this rate, my heart was beating too fast anyway. I decided to just take a shower. 'Son of a bitch marco' I thought getting undressed hearing the shitty music fill the hallway.

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, Just to fill you in, I not only share the house with that son of a bitch marco but with 2 other people, A long black haired billy wirth lookalike also known as thiago, He was an overly optimistic lazy guitarist completely convinced that hes gonna become this generations peter steele,,,I admire how far he could dream..and a brown curly haired no nonsense kind of girl named charlie others called her carlie,, Yeah yeah a girl with a masculine sounding name, its a long story about how her parents wanted a boy but got a girl and just kept the name. I found her Jersey accent comforting.

I internally sighed as I made a list in my head for todays plans, I still am struggling to find work, Of course I wasnt to blame I mean who could get any work done when their shitty roommate was an asshole like marco.

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