Keeping Up With Trisha (Episode Sixteen)

Continued from the last part…

Trisha’s POV

“Open the door!” Davis yelled, while banging the door.

“Say that humbly. With a ‘please’.”

“Aish! Open.”

“On one condition.”

“What do you want?”

“You have to promise to be friendly.”

“You’re a devil. Open the door.”


“I promise.” I laughed inwardly and opened the door. “How can you be so evil?” He was panting.

“Sign this.” I proffered him with a book and a pen.

“I’m not signing anything.”

“You asked for it.” I shrugged and placed a bug on his shoulder.

“Take it away, I’ll sign.”


He hastily picked up the pen and scrambled a signature on the book.

“How did you manage to put those things in my room? Get them out.”

“Shut up and come with me.” I dragged him by the hand.

“Let me go, you’re psycho.”

“Jeez…you’re so noisy!” I yelled and dragged him to the living room.



“Now.” I pushed him on a two sitter sofa and sat beside him.

“Now listen to what you signed: A written agreement to listen to whatever I say and give all necessary replies. You have to see me as a housemate.”

“I didn’t even sign that, it’s not my real signature.”

“I knew you would fake so I had the entire house bugged and spiderded.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Nice question.”

“You’re really the death of me.”

“I’d like to step on your grave.”

“Never!” he said and I chuckled.

“You’re so annoying. Why do you even live alone?”

“You’re always asking that. Are you a spy?” he asked leaning forward and peering into my eyes. I got lost and carried away again.

“I’m…not a…spy,” I stuttered.

“Do you stammer?” he asked leaning closer and staring down at my lips.

“I’m not stammering, move back!” I yelled and pushed him

“Cool! I’m damn handsome,” he boasted, raking his fingers through his hair.

“Whoever said that?” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re always staring.”

“You’re always acting…weird.”


“You’re a weirdo.”

“you’re the weirdoest,” he said with a scoff then picked up his phone.

“Are you so addicted to your phone?”

“No, I wanna Google the answer to your question.”

“What question?”

“Why I live alone.”

“Davis you’re crazy,” I chuckled and the door bell rang.

“Sandra!” Davis called.

“I’ll go get it!” she yelled and ran out of the kitchen towards the front door.

“Good evening miss,” we heard Sandra greet

“You look dirty. Ew,” a familiar voice said in disgust.

“Davis!” she called, walking in and I looked up to see who it was, while Davis continued with his phone. It was Daphne.

“What are you doing here?” she asked me in a stern voice.

“She lives with me,” Davis replied coldly immersed in his phone.

I was shocked that he was saying that to his girlfriend.

“I don’t get you.”

“I live with her,” Davis spelt out, almost word by word. Daphne stared daggers at me as she clenched her fists and tightened her jaw.

“Okay,” she said curtly then faked a smile. “So how are you feeling?” she asked, signaling me to get up so she could sit beside Davis, but I just acted like I wasn’t getting her signs

“Worse now that you’re here. Can you just leave?” Davis half yelled removing his eyes from his phone and looking at her

“I just wanted to know how you’re feeling,” she said softly like she was going to cry.

“I’m fine,” he replied and went back to his phone.

“I’ll be taking my leave,” she announced glaring at me.

“That’d be better.”

Daphne scoffed and stomped out.

“What was that?” I asked Davis when she was gone.


“The way you treated your girlfriend.”

“You really think that pumpkin was my girlfriend?” Davis asked with a scoff.

“But you…” My voice trailed off when the door bell rang.


“I’m on it sir,” Sandra replied. Shortly we heard, “Good evening sir, good evening ma’am.”

“Hey, Davis” Chase called slapping Davis on his back.

“That’s not a way of greeting,” Davis whined and I chuckled.

“Chase.” I smiled.

“Sweetheart,” Chase called touching my cheek, then Davis scowled with a scoff. “How you bro?” Chase asked Davis.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you ready?” Chase asked me.

“Ready for what?” Davis asked before I could reply.

“We’re practicing together for the drama,” Chase replied.

“Two second lead. It suits you” Davis said and walked out.

“How you coping with him?” Chase asked me

“It’s really not easy.”

Davis’ POV

I laid on a chaise lounge in my room as I went through my phone. I’ve been practicing the role of Macbeth with my phone. I shut my eyes as my concentration was broken by Trisha’s gushing voice. I blocked it out, but Chase’s laughter came in.

“Yes, Faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan and his brave son been twain,” Chase quoted Ferdinard from The Tempest.

“Excellent,” Trisha gushed clapping her hands.

I’m even better than him. Why do I even care?

I went back to my practice but their laughters were so annoying. They can’t be having fun in my house and I’m all alone. Chase was supposed to be my bestfriend and Trisha was supposed to be my…housemate.

It’s time to send Chase away. I can’t stand it. I got up and headed for Trisha’s room.

Read Part Seventeen.

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