PLAYING BY THE RULES

      Ethan woke up with a start, as his phone rang. He looked around, he was in the living room alone. He had slept off. He picked up his phone beside him and looked at it, it was his mom's call. He grunted and tossed the phone beside him and placed his head on the headrest in an attempt to continue his sleep, but he knew it won't happen, he wasn't even comfortable. 

      He tried standing up and pain jolted through his neck, he placed his hand and rubbed it gently. He had slept off on the couch because he wasn't ready for his roommate's nagging that morning. He couldn't sleep on her bed because she would practically chop off his head. He stood up slowly and started towards the kitchen to get another drink, but stopped. 

       He wasn't hearing the muffled voices of the girls again. He opened the kitchen door and poked his head inside, searching with his eyes, but no one was in there. He left the kitchen and went over to the bedroom. The place was neatly arranged and sparkling clean. 

      "Wow," he muttered, stepping into the room and taking a good look at the room. The fluffy well dressed bed was inviting him to lie down. He could just lie there and nap for few minutes before she comes back. She wouldn't even know that he had been there. 

      He took off his vest and his phone started ringing again. He went back to the living room and grabbed it from the couch. It was his mother again. He couldn't answer her calls, because she would force him to say were he was. He just wanted to breathe and he had done that since the past two days he had come to Los Angeles. 

       No one had woken him up from sleep and reminded him that he needed to get married, no one had served him food and reminded him that he wasn't married yet. He was free from any kind of trouble, although, his new roommate was her own kind of trouble. Who wakes someone up with a trumpet? 

      He went to the closet to take a shirt and found out that she had demarcated the space. She had shifted his clothes to one part of the closet and had placed a ply wood in between and had placed name plaques on the frame. Mr Ethan said Faith. He smiled and shook his head. 

      "That girl," he muttered and started sorting for a shirt. He looked at her part of the closet. 

        Where was she hiding that trumpet? He had a feeling that that was not the first time she was going to use that trumpet on him. He moved to her own part of the closet and started running his fingers through her clothes, but he stopped. He remembered that she had given rules, that he should strictly stay away from her things. 

       He left the closet and decided to go take a shower. If she wanted him to play by the rules, he would certainly play by the rules. He took his shower bag and headed to the bath.