you're just a broke university student that's barely making ends meet in a little one bedroom you've somehow managed to get through a friend that lives in the same building. and by little, it's little.
poor excuse of a kitchenette. small bathroom with a smaller shower and constant issues. a bedroom that's mostly bed.
however, rent starts to go up, as well as living expenses which is fucked since you're barely home during the day. either working or at uni attending lectures or simply studying. things were just getting crazy.
at wits end another student suggests sharing your place with a night shift worker who just needs your place to sleep and eat during the day.
they pay you. get a nights sleep. food in the belly. and that's that.
with no other solution, you agree and accept the first person.
you don't meet them. but you make sure to keep your space tucked neat and your more... important things hidden. with what little space you have, yeah you try to give the person space for their things too. even if they are only there for the night.
it's weird. you're out the door by 7am to catch the bus. when you get home by 4, sometimes later, the person isn't there.
the first night you expected - well all the bad shit you could possibly think of... but it's as you left it. except your bed is made. there's a lingering smell of cigarettes and a note on the counter with... a new bottle of your body wash and a jar of instant coffee.
drank the last of your coffee and used your shit in the shower. sorry. - s.r
the persons hand writing is rough but readable. and you don't know what to do with that information. feel like your privacy has been breached? unsafe? maybe?
but you're too tired to give a fuck and your head hits your pillow - you're out like a light.
as days go by you end up only getting communication from the guy from notes. it's strange but not unwelcomed.
especially when you come to your shower no longer leaking, the weird stain on the ground gone, the hole in your wall fixed, and your window actually keeps out the cold when before it couldn't. he pay his portion of the rent on time so you really can't complain.
there was even a humidifier in your room as well as a heater attached with a note:
i'll cover the electricity cost. - s.r
sure enough, time for payment and the person did just that. sending money but ending up sending too much. you send it back, plus half and a reference saying: too much. i'll pay half.
you think that's that, but then when you get home, there's a note, a new jar of coffee and underneath it - cash, the exact amount you paid back.
keep it. and i'm paying for it. - s.r
you refuse to take it. but then the next pay day comes and he not only covered the electric bill of this time, but for last time too.
when you return home there's more cash with a scribbled note.
keep the money. get whatever u want with the extra cash. exam season right? there's pre-made meals in the fridge. eat em. i got too many snacks and energy drinks. have that too. - s.r
and you weren't going too. you really weren't. but then classes got too busy, late night study sessions consumed your time. it was convenient and right there. so you took them to uni with you.
like clockwork there'd always be more in the fridge. snack refilled, especially the ones you seemed to favour - also your favourite ones he some how knew.
while there wasn't notes all the time. you looked forward to them.
but then one evening you come home and your landlord stops you in your tracks. there's a slight grimace on your face but you feign a smile. yet it falters at his words.
"look, met your boyfriend the other day-" a look of discomfort crosses his face a shiver of fear you think but then he keeps yappin. "-just tell him to keep the smokin to a minimum. yeah?" the words leave his mouth and for a second you swear it looked like he regretted saying it out loud. "and- and look at the new lease agreement!" he shouts over his shoulder as he hurried to leave.
what the fuck.
for once - you're the one leaving a note.
boyfriend!? - y/n
and the fucker has the audacity to leave you a note the next day with
yes girlfriend? dinner tomorrow night and we'll go over the new lease x - s.r
what. the. fuck.
a/n: read an article bout uni students doing this and thus this came vomiting out. kinda obsessed ngl. hope ya'll well.
