Matias (5)

The brilliant morning sun woke Matias seconds before he was shaken.

“Get up asshole. I can’t have you here when she comes and you know it.” Aaron had never been the most tactful of Matias’ acquaintances.

Matias rolled himself off the couch, falling to the floor with a thud and looking up at his shaggy haired assailant. Matias picked himself up of the floor and pulled his t-shirt down so it covered the tops of his jeans. Ruffling his hair he stumbled across the cluttered floor. Kipple, thought Matias. He was a big Philip K. Dick fan.

“Shouldn’t you clean up if your so worried about impressions.” Said Matias, kicking out unwashed underwear from his feet.

“Ah she don’t care about that shit, she’s into my personality.” Aaron said with an air of pride. He scratched his haphazard stubble and pointed to the door.

Matias sighed and grabbed the door handle. Before he left he turned and said. “Shave, too.”

“Fuck you man at least I have an apartment.”

Matias started heading down the spiraled stairs, passing a blonde in high heels on her way up. She seemed oddly disturbed by the furnishings, or lack thereof, of the building. Matias chuckled to himself. Personality huh.