Friends, Homes and other Stuff...

And here is the next little something for you, following on from Nappies, Vaginas and Walking Talking Johnny:

Lily arrived home to Matt and Fraser chilling on the couch. “Oh no,” she groaned under her breath as she hung up her coat and tidily placed her shoes on the rack. Fraser was a genuinely great bloke, a babe magnet and a great artist but unfortunately also a bit of a bum and had mastered the art of survival in the city with no money whatsoever too well. He really was a lovely guy but when he and Matt got together it was like the world around them disappeared and any appointment or to-do list went right out the window.
“Alright Fraser? How you doin’? Any news on the job front?” Lily muttered as she went about tidying the living room, teeth clenched.“Nah, not really… getting money for every job application though which is great, cos they don’t ever take me anyway!” Fraser laughed and his bright blue eyes creased up with enjoyment at the prospect of never having to work.“So what’s the plan in the long-run?” Lily probed further, ignoring Matt’s evil look.“Erm… Don’t know really. Got to do some washing I guess…” He stared down at his shirt, cross-eyed. Lily did wonder sometimes why it was that women threw themselves at him. Sure, he looked rugged, a bit like a man who had been out at sea too long with tanned hands and a friendly face; but his shirt said otherwise. His shirt said: man, what a night: what did I smoke and where did I sleep?!
“Oh, right: yeah, didn’t you want to do that last week already?” Lily fluffed a pillow somewhat manically, over and over again. The last time they had visited Fraser at home Lily didn’t know how to get through the living/bed-room in order to reach the balcony. It wasn’t that she was obsessed with cleanliness or obsessive compulsive about tidying. On the contrary, Matt and Lily lived in a cute little apartment in their own little creative chaos. There were postcards, memorabilia, hand-drawn sketches, baby photos, holiday photos and all sorts glued to the wall, lined up on windowsills, on top of bookshelves and anywhere they could find space. They had recently refurbished the bedroom with the help of Lily’s mum, Maggie, and were feeling quite comfortable in their own four walls. Of course, it wasn’t what Lily wished for in the long term, but it would do for now. They had made it homely, their friends felt comfortable and Matt was a born host who loved to cook while Lily entertained. They had also managed, after three years of always wanting to, to finally clear out the boxes left over from moving in together. It felt homely, cosy and Matt and Lily loved snuggling in with a glass of wine in the evening. Although they were both still young they enjoyed their time together and were seen as a bit of an old couple or even husband and wife by friends, colleagues and even the cashiers at their local supermarket! But what went on in Fraser’s four walls was beyond good and bad...