“Can you practice a different time?” You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

your roommate, Aaron, was a guitarist. He would always be practicing. Now that it’s been a few months of living with him, it’s starting to get annoying.

he looks up at you. Cigarette still in mouth, hands still on his guitar.

“No.” a simple word that annoyed the living shit out of you. He looked back down at his guitar and continued to play.