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.”
 
 
***
 
 
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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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?’”"Apa maksudmu, ketika saya melihat dia?"Ryan tersenyum. "Ia menarik.""Oke. Apa yang Anda katakan."Saya tidak menyebutkan untuk Ryan bahwa saya sudah agak mendapat preview Jake saya sendiri mengenai kepentingan. Aku tidak pernah bisa mengakui bahwa saya sedang bersembunyi di balik pintu mendengarkan sementara Jake "menghibur" tamunya.Ryan membawaku kembali menyusuri lorong, membuka pintu tepat di seberang tambang."Ini... Tarah di ruang."Ini adalah kamar tidur terbaik di rumah. Seperti Jake, ini memiliki jendela, tetapi dicat lavender halus. Ada rak buku putih built-in, rapi diselenggarakan dengan buku dan gambar dan kamar berbau segar Binatu. Itu tampak seperti halaman dari Katalog Pottery Barn. Matahari streaming di, dan saya berharap ini adalah kamarku."Jadi, apa itu Tarah seperti?"Ryan tersipu. "Dia benar-benar keren.""Dia adalah tidak dengan Jake, kebetulan, dia?" Saya bertanya, berpikir tentang tempat pertemuan yang aku mendengar sebelumnya."Neraka tidak! Mengapa akan Anda bertanya itu?"dia tersentak."I was just wondering.""Percayalah, tidak ada yang terjadi antara Tarah dan Jake.""Dan itu karena...?"Ryan's wajah berubah merah lagi, dan ia menatapku yang menjawab pertanyaan saya."Tarah... dan Anda?" Saya bertanya.Dia tersenyum. "Yup.""Benar-benar...""Ya, itu baru... enam minggu sekarang. Menunggu 'til Anda bertemu dengannya. Dia mengagumkan.""Bagus, Ryan. Saya sangat senang untuk Anda. Tapi bagaimana jika itu tidak berhasil? Maksudku, Anda tinggal bersama-sama. Bukankah itu menjadi aneh?"“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.”  ***  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.