Chapter One
 
 Gabriel
 
 Roommate Application
 
 Name:Storm Andrews
 
 Contact Number:Email only please
 
 Employment Status:Self-employed
 
 Employer:Self-employed
 
 Position:Owner
 
 Income:100k annually
 
 Previous Address:Boston Ma
 
 Length of Time:8 years
 
 Rent Cost:3k monthly
 
 Vehicle Info:None
 
 Do you have pets?No
 
 Do you smoke?No
 
 Do you drink?Occasionally
 
 What is your typical routine????
 
 Are you loud?No?
 
 Do you leave the toilet seat up?Sometimes?
 
 Will you clean up after yourself?Yes
 
 Why are you moving?Clsoer to family
 
 Why do you want to live here?Close to family
 
 Anything else you think I should know:No
 
 I reread the application for the third time, and each time my stomach has gone a little more sour.
 
 “Gabriel, are you there?” Marta barks from the other end of the phone.
 
 “I’m here,” I say with a huff and close out of the email.
 
 “Well, what does it say?” she urges.
 
 Marta, who is the only person I consider a friend, is not known for being subtle. She’s loud, in your face, and always making friends with someone new. It’s strange.
 
 “It’s a bad one,” I whisper with a head shake, even though she can’t see it.
 
 “I don’t believe that for a second,” she snaps. “What’s wrong with this one?”