Life sucked. You and Fan lived from paycheck to paycheck, shitty neighbours and even worse apartment. But hey, better than the streets anyday.

Fan quietly tapped on his laptop, the upstairs neighbours were being loud as usual, the apartment was quiet, the only sounds was the tapping of the keyboard and the shouting from upstairs. Fan was cuddled on the bed, probably writeing a blog.

"-Sigh..."

He huffed. Tiredly shutting the laptop and looking at you. Jumping at a particularly loud bang from the party upstairs... as usual. The heavy smell of weed from downstairs and the smell of alcohol above.