John Juliano slowly opened his brother's apartment door. As the white door swung open, the sound of a stereo blasting music invaded the hallway. He walked in the door and glanced in the bathroom, which was located to the left off of the hallway inside the apartment. The bathroom was empty and he continued into the living room where the source of the music was. Looking around, he was slightly disgusted by the state of his kid brother's home. Dirty laundry, empty beer bottles and pop cans riddled the living room. An ashtray piled to capacity with cigarette butts and marijuana roaches sat on the glass coffee table in front of the couch. In the kitchen, dirty dishes filled the sink, and a pot full of day-old Kraft Dinner found a home on the front right burner of the stove. John pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in disappointment.
*****
"Are you ****ing kidding me?!"
Michael Juliano and Tatiana Rosenburg were rudely awoken by John's bellowing voice.
"What the ****, Johnny?" Tatiana moaned, squinting through her sleepiness. She pulled the covers over her bare chest and laid back down, trying to go back to sleep.
"Keep your mouth shut, Tatiana," John snapped back at her.
Michael sat up in his bed, perplexed by the entire situation. "What the hell are you doin', John?"
"What am I... What am I doing?" John asked him rhetorically. "You were supposed to meet me downtown, twenty ****ing minutes ago!" John yelled, upsetting Tatiana once again.
Michael fell back in his bed, rubbing his eyes. "Oh shit! That was today?"
"Yea! That was today!" John yelled as he left the bedroom, stepping over a pink thong that belonged to Tatiana. "Get your ****in' ass outta bed Mikey!"
Michael lay back in his bed, sighing heavily. "Jesus Christ!"
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