An inconsistent Hypocrite

Hi and welcome back to this chaotic life from our favourite residence, live here at Paradise Street…

And I'm your guide for this story,

Mother Nature.

I hope that we all know that any good day starts with a good night's sleep, and on that note? MG's morning wasn't looking the greatest for a lot of things that day.

Just imagine being woken up by a doorbell, a handsome douchebag laying next to you on your bed... (Seriously, who the heck was he?) I heard that and MG doesn't remember, but I do.

I see everything and hear everything. And this guy? He just needed a place to crash after one crazy party.

Both drunk and in for some bad decisions, they agreed to sleep together. Simple like that.

And between us? It was a wild lay for the boy, but the girl? I'll leave it for another time or you could just pick on some hints as we go on. I'm trying to capture this bad day vibe here on the mean time...

Okay, let's face it, waking up with all that crap only to find your water supply being cut off mid-shower? It's not meant for the weak.

Good thing this residence had twenty girls under it, and some of them were brave enough to summon their landlady for an emergency meeting.

"I'm not really sure I appreciate you calling me… for a meeting… in my own goddamned house" MG punctuated the words. She was livid.

"Well, I'm renting a room, so I have a say here" Said Fiona firmly.

This one is a stickler for rules and routines—the two utmost things MG detests in her short, miserable life.

It's just gossip but, if you must know… MG hates her guts more than she hates these kinds of mornings.

If only she could kick her out, screaming… Sadly she can't, because out of nineteen headaches under her roof, she's the only one who pays on time.

"And you came with an entourage? Eye witnesses?" Asked MG, eyeing the other tenants behind Fiona. All weird in their own way. Was the password for living there... weirdness?

Like, who goes to a meeting in lingerie? I mean hello? Heard of decency?

"Like I'd need someone to do what I can so effortlessly" Fiona replied like a true firecracker.

"Fiona, I'm hungry, cold, sleepy, and very much pissed off... So if you can start talking anytime soon, it would really save a life here" Begged MG for both of their sakes.

"The bills, Magreth! I'm not paying each month only to enjoy the service for a few days tops" Explained Fiona.

And even though she was obviously pointing out facts, MG hated every second of it.

Who calls their landlady by their first name?

Magreth, the name was alien even to her own mother.

"I get your frustrations, Fiona. I would be livid too if I were you. But I'm not the problem here" Said MG as she glanced back at the witnesses, who, one by one... started to flee the crime scene.

Jessica, that snake. The cause of all that morning confrontation, and she had the audacity to run back to her room? The nerve.

But Fiona stood her ground. Unfazed. Even when they all left her for the dead. It was her right to be heard!

"That's not my problem, Magreth.

Either you are fixing it or find someone to fix it for you before the day ends!"

"Hi? I'm Chris!"

introduced the stranger who had been on MG's bed. So, he has a name apparently...

But I guess it wasn't calming enough since, it scared the years off Fiona's life.

"And why is one of these here?"

inquired Fiona, clearly upset, looking back at MG like she was the one that betrayed Jesus and not Judas.

It was all written in the contract! No boys allowed. Fiona picked that dusthole because,no boys were allowed in there.

"I thought you left" Commented MG to her clueless fling. She was dead tired and yearned for some cup of black coffee at that moment.

She's never sleeping with university students ever again. That was for sure. And she better stick to that.

The guy didn't even have basic cues of leaving silently. What happened to the infamous walk of shame? I'm dissapointed.

"I mean, I wanted to but… my shirt…"

trailed off Chris.

And yeah, they all knew where that shirt was. MG was wearing it.

And in all honesty? She liked the feeling of sitting down in only her panties under it. It made her feel pretty. Fragile. Loved.

But back to the discussion, it was a knockout.

Fiona did a number on MG's ego. And her last outburst? Chef's kiss.

"Such an inconsistent hypocrite!"

said Fiona before she took her handbag and headed out the door.

"Was it really that important to have your shirt back?" Asked MG as she stripped off the shirt and handed it to him. Who cares if she was naked? But him accepting it so casually? What a dork!

"...Well, I stayed for this—and I wanted to ask for your number" Said aid the guy, feeling shy. In your dreams, stupid!

MG wanted to do a number on the guy, but she understood that time was something she couldn't afford.

There was Aisha still in the house, a devoted Muslim resident who took pride in following customs and rules of her religion. Just imagine if she accidentally stepped out of her room with her head bare and found him there?

Oh, wait. There's also Sasha. An anxious mess in front of strangers...

Yeah, he. Needed. To. Leave.

"Bye, Chris!"

she said, as she slammed the door to his face. All the protests from him died within seconds. And suddenly it was quite inside but, peace? Peace is their mortal enemy but, life goes...

"Alright…" Breathed out MG as she went back into her room where she kept the bill request papers and bank statements.

Now, between slamming doors and unpaid bills, MG sat down to do what she hated most... Playing landlord with a conscience. And here's the truth… She never wanted to be heartless in the first place. But circumstances? They have a way of birthing a new personality out of spite. So she says.

And I call that bullshit... Only, that's a subject for another twist. I'm not paid enough to explain myself to people.

Still, MG, with a heavy heart... Decided to kick everyone who was late on rent for more than three months.

Still hooked? Or should I just change my hobby and become a porn star instead?

Yours in doubts,

Mother Nature.