A story about the two roommates in Apartment 202.

(Enjoy reading).

Part One

I was seeing double. Unfortunately, however, I was hearing nothing. I tore my gaze from the identical twin sisters discussing my housing fate in the nearby kitchen. There was no point in staring at the two blue-eyed brunettes anyway... Despite Apartment 202's open-concept design, their voices were so hushed, I couldn't hear one syllable from where I was sitting. Recalling that old saying about a watched pot never boiling, I admired my aesthetically pleasing surroundings to distract myself.

The pictures I'd received didn't do the place justice... A kitchenette, dining section and living room constituted its common...