Love Shot X Shot of Love

Rent X Rent

"I'll keep it in my mind." He said short with me, and I'm not sure why. He didn't seem disappointed or uncomfortable, I'm just not sure.

"Okay, this is gonna be great!" down two down stairs at a time is a Mac. So much energy explodes into the unpleasant atmosphere of the kitchen. "Thank you dad, thank you Zara, this is going to be the best year. I think this is what was meant. We stayed together for a year before real life.”

I laugh. Ahmad raised his forehead, taking another sip.

"Zara here will probably move on when she realizes the energy it takes to live in the same building as you." She's kidding.

His hands looking for his hips he gave his father his best, 'oh really?'"look where he has mastered. "Please, if Zara gets out of here it will be because of you, old man.”

Ahmad grinned in response, he was leaning against the counter opposite me, our toes are just feet apart.

He's not so old, I think. He had a Mac when he was like, twenty or twenty-four. A sign of maturity is some twitching that is in the corner of his hypnotic eye.

"I was more worried about being a burden. Maybe you guys will end up trying to find a reason to get rid of me instead." It does. I hate being a burden, especially when I know how much Mac wants to live with his father. Now he's got him back and I'm here too. It's a strange trio.

"Anything. You are the easiest person to be around." The sound of a Mac floating around the room was just like him. Always the feet of youth can not stand still for a long period of time.

"Do you have a job?"Ahmad ignored his daughter and then I realized his views were on me all this time.

He watched every movement, every breath felt. I suddenly became self-conscious and started looking at my nails, so that I wouldn't become so flushed. It felt like I was being exhibited. He was the last person to criticize me.

"Umm, yeah. I only have two periods a day, and then I go and work in daily care.”

He's nodding. His usual aloof answer that is now used for me.

"He'll be here more than I am." The Mac stands between us now, wide-eyed and looking like a child. Which is basically his normal persona. "But he's really good at cooking so I'm sure he'll make you dinner if you ask nicely.”

Ahmad seemed not interested in that thought. In fact, it looked like he wanted to leave. With the way he tapped his middle finger impatiently next to his cold drink. Even though she was still watching me, surely she could see my cheeks blushing badly, or the way I turned my eyes towards the background.

"I would gladly pay you rent, if that's why you ask. In fact I want to, just tell me your bank number.”

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“Okay, this is gonna be awesome!” Bounding down the stairs two at a time is Mac. So much energy bursting its way into the otherwise unenergetic atmosphere of the kitchen. “Thank you Dad, thank you Zara, this is gonna be the best year. I think this is how it was meant to be. Us living together our last year before real life ones.”

Laugh. Ahmad raises his brown, taking another sip.

“Zara here might move out once she realizes the energy it takes to live in the same building as you.” He’s joking.

Her hands find her hips as she gives her dad the best, ‘oh really?’ look in which she has mastered. “Please, if she out of here it’s gonna be because of you, old man.”

Ahmad grunts in response, leaning himself against the counter opposite me, our toes only a foot apart.

He’s not that old, I think. He had Mac when he was like, twenty or twenty four. The sign of his maturity being the few lines that mark the corners of his hypnotic eyes.

“I’m more worried about being a burden. Maybe you guys will end up trying to find a reason to get rid of me instead.” It’s true. I hate being the hang along, especially when I know how much Mac missed living with her dad. Now she gets him back and I’m shacking up too. It’s a weird trio.

“Whatever. You’re like seriously the easiest person to be around.” Mac’s voice floats around the room the same as she does. Always light on her toes and unable to stand still for an extended period of time.

“Do you have a job?” Ahmad ignores his flailing daughter and it’s then I realize his calculated stare has been on me this whole time.

He’s watching every movement, every breathe it feels. I’m suddenly self-conscious and beginning to pick at my nails, willing myself to not become so flustered. But it’s like I’m on display. And for the last person I want to be critiquing.

“Umm, yes. I only have two periods a day, and then I go and work at the day care.”

He gives me a nod. His usual aloof response which I’m now used to.

“She’ll be here a lot more than me.” Mac stands between us now, wide eyed and looking like a child. Which is fundamentally her usual persona. “But she’s really good at cooking so I bet she’ll make you dinner if you ask real nice.”

Ahmad appeals to not have any interest in the thought. In fact, it looks like he wants to leave. With the way he ticks his middle finger implicitly on the side of his cold beverage. Even though he still watches me, Surely he can see my blush forming, or the way I want my gaze towards nothing in the background.

“I’d be happy to pay you rent, if that’s why you’re asking. In fact I’d like to, just tell me a number.”