Mike threw the beer bottle in the back of his pickup truck, cursing to himself. This did not look like his kind of life style. Why he agreed to living here he still had no clue. I'm not even gettin paid for this, like that f*ckin Real World shit! he thought angrily. at least those people usually have some kind of career afterwards. Not that I need that shit. Whatever, if it gets bad i'll move out. No sweat. He shrugged and got out of the car, slamming the door forcefully. He stared at the door coldly, resisting the urge to rip the annoying rose wreath from the door, waiting for someone to open it.

"hey," Maria said cheerfully. "You must be Mike. I'm Maria." Mike just grunted. Maria gave him a surprised, confused look before wandering into the house. He sighed, annoyed. Grabbing his bag he angrily walked into the house.

Upon entering the living room, where everone was hanging out, he gave a tense nod and walked out without giving a second look back. He went right up to the second floor and furiously chucked his bag down and threw himself onto the bed.

~

Downstairs, the reactions to this new guy were pretty similar. "What's his problem?" Kim asked, laughing.

"It's gonna be fun living with him," Maria sighed, sitting down. "Who knows what his problem is. Maybe he just got up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Moving always does that to people," Luke said, trying to make sense of everything. Maria just shrugged.

"He's quite a charachter," Kev laughed. The other three nodded.

**Chapter Six**