Rent? Rent was not due already... Angel pulled the card from her purse and handed it to John. "Look ass, you know we have another week," Angel argued. John cocked his head back and laughed. "You think that you run this place?" Both of the two argued for half an hour or so until, like last time, you were given another week. Angel pulled at stool up to the counter and started counting the bills. Why was it every month was always hell? The third Thursday of the month was war for both John and Angel. If you had company over and they argued like that, they would be mistaken as brother and sister. That in itself was gross. While Angel did the bills you sat on your Xbox and played games, it's what you enjoyed. Angel didn't give you much flak for it, but when she wanted you off you got off. You had a computer on the side, but that was for work. Work was boring as hell, and you wished for something else. Living a life of mediocrity was not always fun. Sometimes you wished that you could live a better life, a new fresh life. You and Angel could always move away, go back and live with her parents in Jacksonville. It would be nice, no bills, no landlord, and definitely more space. Angel did keep it new though. You loved her... But who are you exactly?