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Post by james matthew coren on May 6, 2012 19:30:13 GMT -5
house clean? check. dishes put away? check. greg's shit all put up in his room or at least hidden from sight? check. greg himself out with friends? check. good. james looked around the place with an air of pride, happy at the improvement that he'd made in cleaning the place all day. normally, he wouldn't have bothered. all efforts put toward cleaning were usually foiled by greg, who couldn't resist taking something and putting it in the exact wrong spot until eventually the house was just a giant mess of misplaced socks and silverware stuffed into the crevices of the couches - entropy at its finest. so cleaning didn't typically get james coren far. but greg was out today, purposely given a play date with one of his friends so that james could clean and get the house prepared for another potential renter who he was going to meet.
and james wanted to impress the kid. though he could actually rent out the space to a number of people, he was really selective about who got to live beneath his roof. he had greg who was a hassle on his own and he couldn't really afford anyone who was going to be too much of a hassle - someone who was going to be rude to greg or enhance his crazy even further or refuse to occupy his time when james really really really had other things to focus on. they also couldn't be nosy or loud or destructive (greg covered all of those things and besides, greg at least knew when to back down), they couldn't be alcoholics or addicts of any kind, and he refused to let homophobes live under his roof for extremely obvious reasons: even if he didn't come off as gay to people when they first met, greg did, and he wasn't allowing anyone to live with them who was going to bully his little brother. he adamantly refused.
so he usually held personal meetings. he talked to potential renters online or via text or phone calls first to sort of gauge how their people skills were. then if they passed that small test that they didn't know they were having, he invited them over to take a look around the place; see where they'd be staying, scout out the room, raise any concerns that they might have. all of that. then if they took a liking to each other and the place and found that the person fit well, james introduced them to greg, gave them a time and a date that they could move in, and worked out a level of rent depending on how much they brought in and how much they were able to give him to still have something that was relatively livable, even though he paid most living expenses for people living under his roof.
he just figured it was the least he could do for them seeing as he had all the money. maybe it meant putting off his college education for a while (as well as not being able to pay for an adult daycare service that he knew was for old people but that greg would enjoy because fuck, greg loved old people) but he was giving back and he felt good for it. these people needed a good place to stay; he didn't see anything wrong with giving them a safe place. somewhere they knew they'd always have food and safety so long as they paid the little he asked for rent. so with that in mind, he prepared the house for this new renter, someone named josh nurick who was going to be dropping by any second to be shown around the place. and right on cue, there was a knock on the door and james made his way over to it, pulling it open with a wide grin as he extended his hand and said, "you must be josh," in a bright, happy tone that he hoped was as welcoming as he wanted to be to this man.
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