Ding........

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This would be the fifth time that my phone has been making unnecessary noise.

It has been like that five freaking times today but yet it always had to be a stupid message about me download a stupid new song which was sang by Ariana grande titled boyfriend.

Whatever!

'But it just got worse because the boredom I was feeling was super killing and exhausting. Absolute bulls--t.

Collapsing on the single couch I could feel the tension rising about being alone. It was eating me and enslaving me in the stupid rapid air I was breathing all over.

I took the remote control and started searching for something to watch in all exciting channels, but to my utmost dismay, they all were either showing commercials which I hate or political news.

Ahhh! "Can all this get any better?" The stupid sßnsation that I was feeling was eating me up.

Still, search and hoping to get a better channel to kill the foolish boredom eating me up when I heard the doorbell being ranged.

Having visitor wasn't my thing because I had none except my money peddler of a mother.

She is a type we Queen when it comes to money and having flings all around her finger.

What still baffles me is that she doesn't collect money from them but instead, she spends on them instead of the other way. Not that the money is even hers to talk about.

She doesn't work but moves as the whole world revolve around only her and her littles--ty life.

Yeah! I know you might be wondering how I got all that money I was talking about well I got them by being a popular and international model....a hot one at t that.

Ding! Ding!! Ding!!!...

The doorbell ringing again made me remember that my little craziness has taken total control over my head. I quickly stood up and walked to the door, hold the door nub and swinging the door wide open.

Looking forward to the unexpected...yeah! This one is unexpected because I remember me paying my rent 4 weeks ago to the money of a landlord.

"Good afternoon, Mr Wesley...?" I greeted more like questioning raising my left eyebrow a little for him to know he was the last person I'd expected to come ringing the doorbell.

"Afternoon, Cat" he greeted back with a smile appearing on his round face. The guy was totally big to make a lazy basketball coach. But that wasn't the problem! The problem here was that I had warned Mr landlord to stop calling me 'Cat' my name is Cathleen for crying out loud.

Signing in annoyance I decided to ask him his reason for being at my door this early afternoon. "What do you want Mr Wesley?? I know have paid for this period and the next and the next and the next, so! Why are you here? And please can you stop with the pest name because last time I checked my parents named me Cathleen, not a cat, get it?" I asked feeling slight relief from my corrections.

"Well! I just said I should come let you know you'd be having a new neighbour by next week, and since I won't be around due to the fact I would be travelling to San Francisco for my brother's wedding I wanted you to do me the honour of welcoming him nicely and showing him around the neighbourhood just the way I did when you first came in...!" He stated.

Wow! This man got some guts and I'm wishing to get his big fat a-s whipped. I thought smiling mischievously as if I just did the unexpected and imaginable. "Okay! Is that all Mr Wesley or am I also to call all the garbage dumpers to come to take your garbages for you...?" I asked raising my left brow in a question and rude manner.

If only this bd knew that I was not in the mood for all his stupid message he would have left and go inform his other tenants.

Yeah! I have other neighbours but they are too odd because one is married while the other is an old lady with grey hair and green eyes, although she's great and motherly I can't just go there every time.

I looked over at Mr Wesley and saw he was already fed up with my character so I just told him I'd help him put but he shouldn't come giving such jobs next time because I was a busy person and I hate to disturb.

Locking the door back I walked back to the couch to welcome the unbearable boredom which was sulking into my bone marrow.

Thanks to Mr Wesley, I get to talk for few minutes at least it was refreshing.