I was paying my rent when I looked at the rental boards. There on the May listings was Jordan’s apartment. My eyes widened in disbelief. No! Why? Why couldnt GF just move out! I didnt want to have a new neighbor!
I finally got home, exhausted. Jordan was on his balcony throwing some belongings on to the ground below!
“Jordan!” I called out.
He looked up at me.
“Why do I have to get new neighbors?” I cried.
He burst out laughing. “Yes, Rebecca its true I am moving out.”
“But why? You were the only neighbor I liked. You were the only quiet one in the 16 years that I lived here!”
His eyes widen in surprise. “Really? I didnt think I was that quiet!” He remarked.
“You were! The one who lived here before you? Wade? Would do carpentry work at midnight with power drills and jack hammers.” I pouted.
Jordan laughed. “The drug dealer? Yeah I had some of his buddies try to get in.”
Jordan and I talked for abit. Comparing horror stories about our apartments. His horror stories were my worst night mare. “I was supposed to be moving out by Monday, but my mom called and told me my brother got hit by a truck in GP.” he explained “He is in Edmonton with a broken back already had two surgeries. I have to go down there. So I am leaving GF to do all the work and the walk around with Amanda”
I cringed. “Oh sorry.”
“Yea Found out I also had a pulled hernia.” he went on. Suddenly my mind went somewhere else and I started to giggle inwardly at image of jordan and GF trying to fuck. “I am only supposed to do lightweight work here and at work. But thats not happening. I am on the waiting list for surgery!”
He smiled. “Dont worry Rebecca you will still see me around. My work is around here. My new place is just up the street and I will be coming in for coffee”
He told me he got a town house for 1050 a month! My jaw dropped. “Really?”
“Yep. The kitchen is the size of my living room. The living room is the size of the whole apartment. And the bedroom? Could put ours to shame!”
I was suddenly envious. I wanted a new place. My rent was good tho. 630. His eyes widened. “You have been paying 630 while I was paying 1000?” he cried.
I grinned. “Yes.”
He went on to tell me how his new place had 3 levels. His daughter would be in the basement and no longer living in the closet.
I choked on my laughter. “she was sleeping in the closet.”
He scowled. “I would come home and there she was in the bathroom talking on her phone. Bags of chips and food in there!”
“Ew gross! She was eating in the bathroom?” I laughed harder. “Oh my god, the bathroom was the extension of her bedroom!”
“She would do her make up talk to her friends.drove me crazy. At least in the new place she will have her own room!”
Jordan also told me he could make another bathroom in his new place.
I chuckled. “No more sharing with girls.”
“Yes. the bathroom was just too small.”
“Ugh I know! almost pissing in the bathtub.”
Jordan burst out laughing.
I let him get back to work.
It was a good talk.
Maybe no one will move in.