“Yes” I respond since Willems’s my last name.Ī thunderous look forms on his face. “Are you Willems?” The man asks with a neutral expression. I break the awkward silence, “Um can I help you?” I also notice his body and clothes are drenched with sweat like he just finished working out, wierd. He’s wearing a red muscle-shirt and a blue pair of exercise shorts they’re helping to show-off how jacked his body is. Every inch of him is bulging with muscles he’s easily twice my size. I’ve no clue who the handsome guy is but he is insanely ripped, he must be some sort of bodybuilder. “How many times do-” my words die on my lips at the stranger I find on the other side of my door. I’m already scolding him as I open the door. I haven’t got a full night’s rest since he moved in. He’s jobless so I get no compensation, he eats most of the food I buy, and comes in at all times of the night, stinking of booze and waking me up. My aunt went to my mom and I relented under their combined nagging and let Casey move in. When he first asked to move in with me and I said no he went crying to my aunt. Even though we look like twins we couldn’t be even more different, and unfortunately he’s now living with me. It must be my deadbeat of a cousin, Casey. This story includes other raunchy stuff besides farting.
