***** LILY *****
The music was louder with the door open. Just like Camille to turn the entire house into her personal dj booth with no regard for me or our neighbors. I remembered all the times I’d apologized for her behavior and began whistling.
We lived in a two bedroom apartment, and she had taken the room closest to the living room. I had opted for the other so I could sleep away from the noise whenever she had friends over.
Today, I noticed four girls and two dudes in the living room, the living room table and our little kitchen was littered with unfinished snacks and beers. The duty of its cleanup naturally fell to me because Camille couldn’t be bothered to do anything in the apartment, even when I asked.
I had been such a kiss-ass.
When the whole party noticed my presence t
