There's this 'U-Store' place down the block - we can rent a couple of vaults in there to store our extra stuff.There's this 'U-Store' place down the block - we can rent a couple of vaults in there to store our extra stuff. 'Kay?" Kyle just looked at me with a queer expression for half a minute. Then, he said, "Uh, hey Kevin, no, I - uh, I couldn't impose, man. No, no, I'll think of something else." "Don't be silly! It's no imposition at all. Look, we spend so much time together already and my place is plenty big enough for two. If you want, I'll take the small room. Come on, it'll be fun! And it will solve your problem. Come on, do it! Say yes!" Well, it was like pulling teeth, but I finally got Kyle to see the light and move in with me. We took the next day off and spent it moving him mostly in, and me a little out. The overflow of combining our apartments was put in two lockers in the 'U-Store' place. It took all of that day, and most of the rest of the week after work to get us both settled back in. Two months passed quickly. For the first week or so, Kyle acted very nervous around the apartment, but I attributed it to getting used to a new life style. We both had adjustments to make - I, for one, had to stop parading around in just my underwear. After those first few days, though, everything returned to normal - even better, really, because we were able to spend even more time together and we got to be even better friends. At the end of our second months as roommates, Kyle made it to VI. Our standings were still neck and neck, it was just that his neck was a little ahead of mine. He was moved from his cubicle to a private office upstairs, so I saw less of him at work, but that didn't matter much: we still spent most evenings together and we kept up our competitions on games, except now we worked on the same program, each putting our own little tricks into it and seeing whose innovations make it a better game. |