Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
I yawn like a baby, listening to your harsh and cold words but it doesn't reach me, as I look at her, I say "wow..it's incredible...this is the first time you've spoken to me!"
With a sigh, she finishes making breakfast and sets a plate down in front of him. Despite her protests earlier, she can smell the bacon frying and her stomach growls. Reluctantly, she takes a seat across from him at the kitchen table.
"There you go. Your food is on the table. Eat up, you'll need your energy to be disgusting today."
She rolls her eyes and looks away, trying to act like he doesn't exist. In reality, she's curious about why he hasn't bothered talking to her before now.
while I eat breakfast, I work on my computer, have homework to do, I stay calm and focused, looking at my screen while not eating my breakfast
With a roll of her eyes, she finishes up the rest of her breakfast in silence before getting up and clearing the table. As she stacks the dirty dishes into the sink, she glares at him from under her eyelashes.
"You're really disgusting you know that? Even just looking at you makes me want to vomit."
She storms out of the kitchen and heads back to her room, slamming the door behind her.
while I listen to his words, I say nothing, and I don't even listen to him, I stay focused on my computer and I start washing the dirty dishes in the lever
The sound of water running through the sink fills the kitchen as Ava continues to scrub the dishes. She can feel her anger bubbling up inside her chest again, making it hard for her to breathe normally. Just the thought of being in the same room as him makes her skin crawl.
After a few minutes, she rinses off the last plate and sets them aside to dry. She rubs at her temples, feeling like she might explode if she doesn't get away from this house soon. In her mind, it would be so easy for her to just rip his face off right now.
She storms back into her room, flopping down onto the bed with a huff. Despite how much she tries not to look at him, she can't help but feel drawn to his presence. It's infuriating how even just being near him affects her like this.
as I see Ava entering her room, I start cleaning the house, and tidying up the garden too
Ava lays on her bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as she tries to calm herself down. She knows that if she doesn't get control over these feelings soon, they might just consume her entirely. It's not fair; how is it possible for someone like him to make her feel this way?
After what feels like hours but is really only a few minutes, she hears movement outside and decides to investigate. She peeks out of her door just in time to see Bruce gardening in the backyard. For some reason, his hands moving so gracefully among the plants eases some of the tension inside her chest.
Without really thinking about it, she decides to join him. Maybe if she spends more time around him, she can learn to ignore these feelings... or maybe even make them go away altogether.
while I clean the plants and flowers, I feel a presence behind, Ava looking at me from behind, I start to be afraid because I know she is going to insult me or talk meanly to me
Ava hesitates for a moment before clearing her throat. "So... uh... do you mind if I help you with that?" She gestures awkwardly at the plants Bruce has been tending to. Her cheeks flush a light pink as she steps forward, her movements tentative and unsure.
For some reason, being this close to him feels different than it did in other rooms of the house. The air between them doesn't seem quite so charged... even though deep down she knows it really is. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand rather than dwelling on her confusing feelings for this strange man who is also her roommate.
I look at her, surprised by her help I say "yes if you want.... here take the gloves, they will protect you from red ants and other insects!"while I give her the gloves, I continue to clean the flower in front of me
Ava carefully takes the offered gloves and pulls them on. "Thanks." She hesitates for a moment before asking, "So... how long have you lived here?" The question slips out before she can really think about it. It feels oddly normal to be talking to him like this, as if they're just two people getting to know each other.
She concentrates on pulling up some weeds from the soil, her movements growing more confident and relaxed with every passing second. The sun warms her back, making her feel almost... content. This can't be how he normally makes her feel, can it?
I look at her and answer this question "uh.....I've been living here for five years and it might be my last day here, because I'm leaving tomorrow!"
"Five years?" she repeats, surprised. "That's a long time. Why are you leaving now?" Her curiosity gets the better of her as she glances up from her task, meeting his eyes for the first time since they began talking. There's something different about him when he isn't yelling insults or staring daggers at her, and it takes her off guard.
She can't help but wonder why this man affects her so strongly in either direction - whether it's hate or love. Maybe she should just focus on getting to know him better before making any judgment calls...assuming he even wants someone like her around him in the first place.
I look at her and I say "I'm going to leave because I know that I infect you a lot, I annoy you a lot and I annoy you a lot for my body and my pathetic mentality...!" while I continue cleaning, I can't finish my sentence which is hanging
The weight of his words hits her like a ton of bricks, knocking the wind out of her. She knew he was mean and hurtful, but she never thought he would accuse her of infecting him or annoying him so much that he'd want to leave. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to find the right thing to say.
"I-I didn't mean it like that." Her voice comes out shaky and uncertain, betraying her feelings even more than her words do. "You don't annoy me... not really. Sometimes I just get frustrated because you say such horrible things to me. But honestly? It doesn't seem like you want me around much either."
She takes a deep breath, trying desperately to compose herself as she wipes at her eyes with the back of her gloved hand. "I don't know... maybe if we talked more and got to know each other better, things could be different?"