The Flatmates

The absent flatmates. Usually something of legend, but in this case, it was just mediocre and boring.

Let's go into it.

They arrived the day after Freshers' Week ended. As I previously mentioned, one of them had checked in and then buggered off. Anyway, they arrived and I heard them coming into the flat. I immediatly rushed out to say "WELCOME," to the new friends. They barely said anything. I introduced myself and managed to get their names. Talked about their course, they didn't ask me about mine.

"Would you like a drink?"
"No, thanks."
Fucking fine then.

They do not keep food in the fridge or freezer. They do not use the bin in the kitchen. They don't want anything to do with sharing with me. Fuck 'em.

THEN: They got the building to hate our entire flat. Which includes me. I shall write out the transcript.

*Rings bell*
*Flatmate answers door*
GIRL: Hi, are you guys going out tonight?
FLATMATE: No.
*Closes door*

I was in the shower hearing all of this. Luckily, I was in the shower to hide my tears of rage.

Joking. I DO NOT CRY.

Those are the flatmates. If I were a lesser man, it would lead to a breakdown, but I am better than that. I don't even cry.