It was a complete contrast to Ryan’

It was a complete contrast to Ryan’s bedroom. It was smoky, musky and mysterious. Now, I knew what he meant about the sunglasses. The walls were a neon orange. Everything else in the room was black: black furniture, black bedding and a black window shade to keep out the light, since this room actually had a window.
It was like every component of the room contradicted another part: neon orange and black, bright window with a dark shade. On top of that, there was a large collection of gargoyle figurines atop the dresser, but right next to them was a black and white picture of two adorable little girls who looked identical. Whoever this guy was, he was an enigma.
“What’s Jake’s deal?” I asked.
Ryan ran his hand over his short blonde hair and laughed. “Jake…how could I possibly sum up Jake? He’s…different.”
I laughed. “What do you mean different?”
“I mean, he’s cool…he’s just a lot of things. You’ll have to meet him to know what I am talking about. He’s from Boston. He pretty much takes off and goes back there every weekend. I don’t know what he does there or if he has some side business or something. He’s kind of secretive. I know his family lives there. He’s close to his nieces apparently,” he said gesturing to the photo.
“What does he do for a living?”
“Actually, it’s sick how smart he is. He’s an engineer for a company in the city, and he pretty much can fix anything that breaks in the house. But when you see him, you’re gonna be like, ‘he’s an engineer?’”
“What do you mean, when I see him?”
Ryan grinned. “He’s interesting.”
“Okay. Whatever you say.”
I didn’t mention to Ryan that I had already kind of gotten a preview of my own regarding Jake’s interests. I could never admit that I was hiding behind a door listening in while Jake “entertained” his guest.
Ryan led me back down the hall, opening the door right across from mine.
“This…is Tarah’s room.”
This was the best bedroom in the house. Like Jake’s, it had a window, but was painted a delicate lavender. There was a built-in white bookshelf, neatly organized with books and pictures and the room smelled like fresh laundry. It looked like a page out of a Pottery Barn catalog. The sun was streaming in, and I was so wishing this was my room.
“So, what’s Tarah like?”
Ryan blushed. “She’s really cool.”
“She is not with Jake, by any chance, is she?” I asked, thinking about the rendezvous I overheard earlier.
“Hell no! Why would you ask that?” he snapped.
“I was just wondering.”
“Trust me, there is nothing going on between Tarah and Jake.”
“And that’s because…?”
Ryan’s face turned red again, and he gave me a look that answered my question.
“Tarah…and you?” I asked.
He smiled. “Yup.”
“Really…”
“Yeah, it’s new…six weeks now. Wait ‘til you meet her. She’s awesome.”
“Nice, Ryan. I am so happy for you. But what if it doesn’t work out? I mean, you’re living together. Wouldn’t that be weird?”
“Probably. But I can’t worry about that right now.”
“Well, I can’t wait to meet her.”
“I think you two will get along really well. She’s a hair colorist for a salon in the city. She’s working until close tonight, but she should be home around nine.”
I suddenly yawned, and then my stomach growled. “I am starving, but I haven’t had a chance to food shop.”
“No need. Let’s go downstairs to Eleni’s. My treat. Phenomenal Greek food.”
“I know. I smelled it on the way in here.”
As Ryan and I headed downstairs, I heard the same swearing from the apartment below us. The woman seemed to have a Jamaican accent.
“What is up with the lady on the second floor?” I asked.
“Oh, you just wait. That is just another benefit of living here, Troll. If I tell you, it will ruin it,” he said laughing.
“Okay, I am not even going to ask.”
 
 
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After a fantastic dinner of Greek salad and chicken skewers, we returned to the apartment to have the baklava pastry the owner, Telly, gave us to welcome me to the neighborhood. After just one meal, I already knew I would need to limit my Eleni’s intake, or I was going to go broke and get fat.
I brewed a pot of coffee as Ryan got out the plates, and we reminisced about high school.
“So, Troll, no boyfriend at the moment?”
I sighed. “No. I was seeing someone at home for a few weeks, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Then, knowing I was about to move away, I decided to break it off. It wasn’t worth the effort.”
“Well, they can’t all be like Stuart, can they?”
Stuart was my first boyfriend in high school. He was sensitive and sweet and the constant butt of Jimmy and Ryan’s jokes.
“Ugh…did you have to bring him up? Poor Stuart. He was awesome, though.”
Ryan snickered. “He was a friggin’ girl. Stuart and his paper birds! What was it he used to do?”
I giggled recalling the memory. “Aw, Stuart was the sweetest thing. He knew the combination to my locker, and he would create these little ornate origami birds out of construction paper. Then, I would unfold them, and there would be these little poems that rhymed inside each one. It was romantic.”
Just then, footsteps crept up behind us, and a deep raspy voice that cut through me said, “That is…the STUPIDEST fucking thing I have ever heard.”
When I turned around, the immediate but unwanted reaction my insides felt at the sight of him told me I was in trouble.
Reality Show Scene Three, enter stage left: hot womanizing roommate. Then, came the three words that would change my life. "Hi, I'm jake.

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Itu kontras dengan kamar tidur di Ryan's. Itu berasap, musky dan misterius. Sekarang, saya tahu apa yang ia maksudkan tentang kacamata. Dindingnya neon oranye. Segala sesuatu yang lain di ruangan itu hitam: hitam mebel, ranjang hitam dan warna jendela hitam terus terang, karena ruangan ini benar-benar memiliki jendela.Rasanya seperti setiap komponen dari kamar dibantah bagian lain: neon oranye dan hitam, jendela terang dengan warna yang gelap. Selain itu, ada koleksi besar patung-patung gargoyle di atas lemari, tapi tepat di samping mereka adalah gambar hitam dan putih dari dua gadis kecil yang manis yang tampak identik. Siapa orang ini, ia adalah sebuah teka-teki."Apa itu kesepakatan Jake?" Saya bertanya.Ryan berlari tangannya rambut pirang pendek dan tertawa. "Jake... Bagaimana bisa saya mungkin meringkas Jake? Dia adalah... berbeda. "Aku tertawa. "Apa yang Anda berarti berbeda?""Maksudku, dia memang cool... dia adalah hanya banyak hal. Anda akan memiliki untuk bertemu dengannya untuk mengetahui apa yang saya bicarakan. Dia adalah dari Boston. Dia cukup banyak mengambil off dan pergi kembali ke sana setiap akhir pekan. Aku tidak tahu apa yang dia tidak ada atau jika dia memiliki beberapa bisnis sampingan atau sesuatu. Dia jenis rahasia. Aku tahu ada kehidupan keluarga. Dia juga dekat dengan keponakan nya rupanya,"katanya menunjuk ke foto."Apa Apakah ia lakukan untuk hidup?""Sebenarnya, itu sakit seberapa cerdas dia. Dia adalah seorang insinyur untuk sebuah perusahaan di kota, dan dia cukup banyak dapat memperbaiki apa pun yang istirahat di rumah. Tetapi ketika Anda melihatnya, Anda akan menjadi seperti, 'ia adalah seorang insinyur?' "“What do you mean, when I see him?”Ryan grinned. “He’s interesting.”“Okay. Whatever you say.”I didn’t mention to Ryan that I had already kind of gotten a preview of my own regarding Jake’s interests. I could never admit that I was hiding behind a door listening in while Jake “entertained” his guest.Ryan led me back down the hall, opening the door right across from mine.“This…is Tarah’s room.”This was the best bedroom in the house. Like Jake’s, it had a window, but was painted a delicate lavender. There was a built-in white bookshelf, neatly organized with books and pictures and the room smelled like fresh laundry. It looked like a page out of a Pottery Barn catalog. The sun was streaming in, and I was so wishing this was my room.“So, what’s Tarah like?”Ryan blushed. “She’s really cool.”“She is not with Jake, by any chance, is she?” I asked, thinking about the rendezvous I overheard earlier.“Hell no! Why would you ask that?” he snapped.“I was just wondering.”“Trust me, there is nothing going on between Tarah and Jake.”“And that’s because…?”Ryan’s face turned red again, and he gave me a look that answered my question.“Tarah…and you?” I asked.He smiled. “Yup.”“Really…”“Yeah, it’s new…six weeks now. Wait ‘til you meet her. She’s awesome.”“Nice, Ryan. I am so happy for you. But what if it doesn’t work out? I mean, you’re living together. Wouldn’t that be weird?”"Mungkin. "Tetapi saya tidak khawatir tentang hal itu sekarang.""Yah, aku tidak sabar untuk bertemu dengannya.""Saya pikir kalian berdua akan bergaul benar-benar baik. Dia adalah mewarnai rambut untuk salon di kota. Dia bekerja sampai menutup malam ini, tapi dia harus rumah sekitar sembilan. "Saya tiba-tiba menguap, dan kemudian perutku menggeram. "Pegawai, tapi aku belum punya kesempatan untuk toko makanan.""Tidak perlu. Mari kita pergi bawah untuk Eleni's. Memperlakukan saya. Fenomenal Yunani makanan.""Aku tahu. Aku mencium itu di jalan di sini."Seperti Ryan dan saya menuju lantai bawah, aku mendengar bersumpah sama dari apartemen di bawah kami. Perempuan tampaknya memiliki aksen Jamaika."Apakah yang dimaksud dengan wanita di lantai?" Saya bertanya."Oh, Anda hanya menunggu. Itulah manfaat lain hidup di sini, Troll. Jika saya memberitahu Anda, itu akan merusak itu,"katanya tertawa."Oke, saya tidak bahkan akan bertanya."  ***  Setelah makan malam yang fantastis Yunani salad dan ayam tusuk sate, kami kembali ke apartemen untuk memiliki kue baklava pemilik, televisi, memberi kami untuk menyambut saya ke lingkungan. Setelah hanya satu makan, aku sudah tahu aku akan perlu untuk membatasi asupan Eleni saya, atau aku akan bangkrut dan mendapatkan lemak.Saya diseduh pot kopi sebagai Ryan keluar piring, dan kita mengingat tentang high school."Jadi, Troll, ada pacar saat?"Saya menghela napas. "No. saya melihat seseorang di rumah selama beberapa minggu, tetapi saya hanya merasa tidak enak. Kemudian, mengetahui aku hendak pindah, saya memutuskan untuk break it off. Itu tidak sebanding dengan usaha."“Well, they can’t all be like Stuart, can they?”Stuart was my first boyfriend in high school. He was sensitive and sweet and the constant butt of Jimmy and Ryan’s jokes.“Ugh…did you have to bring him up? Poor Stuart. He was awesome, though.”Ryan snickered. “He was a friggin’ girl. Stuart and his paper birds! What was it he used to do?”I giggled recalling the memory. “Aw, Stuart was the sweetest thing. He knew the combination to my locker, and he would create these little ornate origami birds out of construction paper. Then, I would unfold them, and there would be these little poems that rhymed inside each one. It was romantic.”Just then, footsteps crept up behind us, and a deep raspy voice that cut through me said, “That is…the STUPIDEST fucking thing I have ever heard.”When I turned around, the immediate but unwanted reaction my insides felt at the sight of him told me I was in trouble.Reality Show Scene Three, enter stage left: hot womanizing roommate. Then, came the three words that would change my life. "Hi, I'm jake.