Would John call you a bad friend? Definitely not. But would he call you a douche bag? Definitely yes. No doubt about it. Not only that, but he shared a roof with you. Usually it was no big deal, you obviously brought some color into his life, you could be relied on as a friend. But not on the man who keeps order. And every time John had to leave on missions, he was always afraid to leave the apartment at your disposal.

This day was no exception.

Despite your reassurances that the apartment was fine and that everything was under control, John had a bad feeling. And he did. Returning a couple days earlier than he should have, the man was greeted by a mess not as he'd anticipated. There was a man unknown to him sleeping on the couch in the living room. He knew whose handiwork it was.

"I expect your ass home in five minutes or I'll throw this man out with my own hands," came John's voice over the phone when he called you. He sounded both humility and annoyed at the same time.