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"Are you sure it's okay to prop the door open like that?" Patricia glared at Riley as she waltz right past us both.

Riley bounded two stairs in an effortless leap and twirled back to us. "Sure, Sure. No one around here bites. In fact, I know every single person that walks that street day in and day out."

"Seriously," Patricia said, dripping with sarcasm.

Riley kept up her infectious smile ignoring Patricia's obvious attempts at aggression and turned back to the stairs. "You'll be up on the second floor, Ben. Are you cool with that?"

"Its perfect." We followed her upstairs and reached the second floor. Riley banked to the left like a plane in the air and glided down the end of the hall back to the front of the building. She stopped at the last two doors of the hall and stood waiting with her arms behind her back for us.

We came to a stop before her and Riley pointed to the room on the left. "This is you." She took a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door for us. We walked in, me first, then Patricia, and Riley followed us in.

As I made my way to the back of the apartment Riley gave us the lay of the land. "To your right is your bathroom. To your left is she closet space. That's the bedroom. Oh, here's the living room."

I stopped in the living room and placed the box I was holding onto the floor. Patricia followed suit and placed her's down as well. I took a look around, Riley following me from a distance as I went. Patricia continued to stay right next to the boxes as I looked around.

"So, what happened to the previous renter?" Patricia asked.

Riley froze and her shoulders slumped. "Oh. W-well, to tell you the truth they kinda..."

I gave Patricia a disapproving glance. She quickly avoided my gaze and gave another 'hmph.'

"It's alright, Riley. You don't have to tell us."

"No. Its okay. They just got scared, that's all."

"Scared? How so?"

"They started to notice they were doing weird things."

Patricia saw this moment to intrude. "What kind of weird things?"

"Um, you're probably little too young to hear this stuff," Riley said.

"And you're probably too young for that outfit," Patricia shot back.

Riley took a step towards Patricia. "Excuse me-"

I jumped in-between the two and cut off Riley,"Sorry, sorry. Patricia's just a little worried about living on my own." I turned to Patricia. "Could you go grab another box to start unloading?" I put on the best big brother smile I could.

Finally it took effect and Patricia left the room to grab some more boxes. She stormed out, clearly agitated from this whole situation.

"I'm sorry about that," I said turning back to Riley, "she can be a little much sometimes."

"Don't worry about it."

"What was this about weird stuff?"

"I live right across from here and at first the couple started to just go at it. Then it happened more than once a day. The final straw was when they started to invite people over and do it with them."

"And by doing it you mean sex?"

"Yeah."

Riley looked uncomfortable having this topic gone over. She tilted her head down to look at her feet as she curled her toes upward filling the time in this awkward silence.

Finally she looked back at me and said, "Did you need any help lifting those boxes?"

"Nah, don't worry about it. Me and Patricia can handle this."

"Yeah, get lost," Patrica said as she entered the room carrying a fresh new box. She stuck her tongue out as Riley walked down and out of the apartment towards her door.

Riley turned the handle and before she vanished inside her own apartment, she turned to back to us and shouted, "Welcome again! I hope you like it here. And try to forget Patricia sometime!" And with that last statement she closed the door.

"That bitch. Who does she think she is talking to me like that," Patricia said.

I rolled my eyes and hoped to god my new landlord and I didn't get off to a bad start.