I was watching Bad Boys on FOX. Yes, me, Elizabeth Danvers, watching a movie on a work night (since schools nights don’t apply to me no more). I was scowling as I ate the Haagen Dazs that I had postmate in earlier. Oh and I can hear the laughing next door alright, what with his name being called over and over again followed by more laughter.
I dug in so furiously into my ice cream tub I had bent the metal spoon in the process. “Ah shit.” I cursed as I slammed the ice cream tub on the table and decided to go to sleep. While I was brushing my teeth, that’s when Britney freaking Spears played on the speakers and as he know it, our walls aren’t exactly sound proofed. Damn lying realtors. I groaned as I pulled a pillow over my head, covering my ears as hard as I could until eventually the mus
