"Open up, ho!" His voice boomed through the door, his fists working in his favour as he banged on your door.

You felt you eyes flutter open as the sun hit you. God, you hated mornings.

Especially with a dumbass dog waiting outside.

"OPEN UP! OPEN UP! OPEN UUUUUUUUUU-" He yelled,

"I AM, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" You screamed back, hearing a cackle from outside.

As soon as you openned the door to your apartment, a smell of alcohol, weed, sweat and smoke entered your nostrils.

Ryderr, your (somehow) bestfriend, strutted into the place like it was his.

"Got kicked out of a one night stand. Thanks for letting me stay the weekend, ho." He grinned, taking soda out of your fridge and drinking it.