Love Between Green Walls

Look, I don't want to say that Christine doesn't deserve to be married or anything... But it would have been nice of her if she hadn't left me with a full rent to pay within a few days. I'm still cursing her cute eyes full of joy while she told me that she and Josh, the beautiful, talented and funny Josh, had decided to leave for Las Vegas, get married and thet find an apartment in Nevada, "Where everything is possibile". I'm still cursing her while I'm baking coockies because it's Sunday, because that's what I do during the seventh day of the week. God rested on Sunday, but that doesn't stop me from working hard. My phone starts buzzing without control and I take my brother's call, who always calls me ad 6 p.m. everyday. It's like an appointment that we both silently decided. I stare at the horrible green walls of the living room, the same green walls that Christine wanted because "Trust me, Sam! We will live in this apartment for years! Let's paint the walls so it will become more personal" I hate the colour green, it reminds me of vomit. I agreed nonetheless, because she really cared about the colours of the walls and I was to buzy to notice it anyway. Being an English Literature student is a full-time job. "Hey, bug!" I hear my brother, Zach, say "What are you up to?" "Baking, cursing Christine and remember the Shakespeare lecture I attended this morning. What about you?" "With Adam, at a pub" I roll my eyes "As usual, I bet Adam is an interessing guy if you spend so much time with him" It's been a few weeks since Adam told me about the new member of his band "He plays the guitar like a god, bug!" he'd told me "We hired him right after meeting him the first time!" We consists in Zach and Greg, the drummist.  I've never met Adam, but it's been weeks since the last time I saw my brother so it's not like I had the possibility to be introduced to this incredible guitarist.  "He hell is!" my brother replies "Even if he's homeless right now" "What happened to him?" I stop working on my cookies, suddenly interested. "Her mother kicked him out, don't know why" a male voice protests while my brother speaks, but I can't figure out what he's saying "Why are you cursing Christine, anyway? Did you get into a fight?" "I wish" I say while I sigh "She left me, I don't have a roommate anymore" There is silence, then voices are murmuring and then the same unknown male voice speaks to me "Hi" "Uhm" I frown, wondering if my brother knows that a stranger is talking to his little sister, the one he forbade to date while in highschool "Hi?" The voice is grave, clear and with an accent I can't figure out "Are you without a roommate?" I begin to tell him that I don't even know his name and that I want to talk to my brother, but I don't like being rude to people "Yes, can I know who are you, please?" I hear a chuckle, then the voice say "I'm Adam, the new guitarist" "Oh" is all I say. "And you're Sam, right?" "Samantha" I correct him, only close friends and family call me Sam "Call me Samantha" "Alright, Samantha" he makes my name sound like the dirtiest thing on earth "Without my consens, Zach told you my current situation" "I'm sorry, by the way" I feel like is something I'm expected to say since his own mother kicked him out. "You're not the one who kicked me out" "I know, but..." I sigh "Sorry, what were you saying?" My brother starts saying something, but Adam speaks over him "I want to be you're roommate" "You don't even know me!" I scowl at the green wall, my cookies baking in the oven. "You know I'm Adam, I'm one of your brother's friends and that I'm a guitarist! It's more that most people know!" I sit on a chair, massaging my head "Can I talk to Zach, please?" Adam doesn't respond me, but then I hear Zach's voice "Sorry, Sam, I didn't plan that and... Shut the f**k up, Adam!" "He's really that desperate?" I ask, feeling a little bad for the poor boy "So desperate that he would live with someone he doesn't know?" I swear I can feel my brother biting his bottom lip "On the other hand, you seem desperate too" "I didn't tell you that" "But you say you're cursing and you never curse. That's enough for me to tell that you're desperate" "Okay, okay, maybe I am... But I'd like a female roommate" There is silence again, then my brother says "Neither me or Greg can host him... It would be for a few weeks before he finds a place to stay, it's not like he doesn't have any money" "Zach, you scared the hell out of all my highschool mates that wanted to date me... Do you understand that you're asking me to host one of your friends, a boy that you barely know" "Do you want him to sleep under a bridge? The Brooklyn Bridge is not very confortable" I roll my eyes for the second time that day "Really, Zach?" "Sam, you can't afford the rent on your own and I can't pay for both our rents" he already pays for that 50%, it would be unfair to ask him for more. This is usually the time when I blame my parents for being dead. "Just for a few weeks?" "Just for a few weeks, until you find a female roommate" I really, really, need the other 50% of the rent, so it's useless to play hard-to-convince. "Alright" I finally agree "Send me a photo of him, let's meet tomorrow and 9 a.m. at my place. Be punctual, I have a lesson at 10" Adam takes the phone and I can feel him smile "You mean our place, sweetheart" I hear my brother cursing him for calling me sweetheart and then I hear something like "We must talk about condition", but then he hangs up and I'm left in the kitchen, alone and in silence. After ten seconds, the photo I asked for arrives and I'm astonished. "Holy God!" I murmur, staring at the phone. It's a selfie, probably taken after the phonecall, my brother is smiling and his big brown eyes, twins to mine, arestaring at the camera, but he's not the one I'm looking at. Adam is next to him, smiling at the phone without showing he's teeth, but his big green eyes are shining with amusement, while a curl of his messy, dark blonde hair hangs on his forhead.  I can see only the upper half of his body, but he seems in shape like an actor. "Oh, gods" I repeat again, not believing that I will be living with this guy for the next few weeks.