So much for a quiet night in, just Balboa, me, and Netflix... damn.
I was at the pool, doing my laps, when this all started to unfold itself. You see, my roommate the Jamaican Beauty had recently traveled to Jamaica for a trip when much to her surprise she met a stunningly handsome man. "They're in love", is what her cousin said when I asked about this guy. And so she, my roommate, believes this could be love, sweet. Anyways, so this weekend she returned to Jamaica to visit this hunk-of-hunk of burning love, leaving me home alone with Balboa... and Netflix.
One thing, she said she was leaving her key for her cousin.
I didn't know if this meant her cousin was picking stuff up she had left before or was crashing one night this weekend, regardless I knew enough to expect her over. What I didn't expect though was her coming over with friends.
I was laying on the couch when in she walked, her little party of three with their beers, hyperness and eagerness to rock this Friday night away. Now I like her cousin, don't get me wrong. She's a gorgeous gal with an ultra bubbly personality and the friends she travels with are always equally sweet to me but that wasn't the issue. The issue was that she was a house guest who brought her own house guests to my house. I tried to make the best of a bad situation but I wasn't cool with the unexpected arrival of her party.
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