"God dammit" you said, slumping over to your apartment. You were about to reach your door when you saw a figure wearing a black sweater and faded, worn, skinny jeans. "Another one of those fuckin' emo kids I suppose" you cursed under your breath.

"Hey! Kid! Stop loitering" you said, shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets, trying your best to look as alcoholic as possible (which was not difficult at all). They guy turned to you in shock, and his green eyes widened.

He had black hair that went down just before his earlobe, and a mole that dappled his under eye

"I'm-uh- Cameron" he said, cautiously stepping back. You stopped sauntering over to him and lifted your hood. "Oh." you mumbled, turning to the door. After fumbling with your keys you managed to unlock the door and step in without making further eye contact with him. He was about to step in to your living room when you stuck out you arm, blocking his path. "Shoes, off" you said, gesturing to his muddied, unrecognizable trainers. He looked at you questioningly but proceeded to slip them off anyway and walk in to the next room. The couch creaked loudly and filled the silent atmosphere as Cameron sat down on it. He quickly jumped off and looked down at the metal coil that stuck out the cushion. "Ah" he mumbled "that should be replaced" and sat on a bar stool near the kitchen counter. "Did you get the job?" He asked, trying his best to make conversation, or small talk of some kind. You nodded, lifting yourself up on the chair next to his.

"A little bit too easily" you mumbled.

This is a filler since I'm tired and wanna get it over with, I'll probably post again tomorrow