Me and My Shadow

The title was for that unfinished thing I posted below, as I mentioned it was combined from two seperate things, here was one part of the 'things'...

The scream woke me up from my restless sleep. I woke up startled and scared. As I peeked around from my room I noticed there was some sound from Paul's room. I looked around for a weapon and saw my girlfriend's small dumbbell. I picked it up slowly and tip-toed out of my room, hoping to catch him by surprise. But the reason why I can never be a good magician was revealed when I kicked open the door and saw Paul dancing naked in front of the T.V instead. He immediately screams in shocked and that set up a shouting chain that end up with the dumbbell hitting my leg. And I dropped down holding my toe in agony.

"What the hell are you doing scaring me like that!" Dick shouted.

"Ohmyaarrrgghh I was trying jesuscrist to scare the thief," I cried out as I practically rolled around as Dick come towards the door.

"With that dumbbell?" He hissed. "You got him there alright."

"Are you going to help me aahhhh now or do you need to gggggrrhhh go to google.com and search for a manual on what you need shitcristshit to do when your friend is screaming in pain?" I mumbled trying to keep my temper.

He was a big fan technology and when internet arrived, it was as if sliced bread was finally going to the second best thing ever. In fact he loved so much that I had to move my pc into his room so he won't knock on my room ever 30 minutes to ask whether he can use the computer or not. And saying no every 30 minutes can be tiresome. He also has managed to convince me to place a television in his room plus the hair dryer, saying that his hair is harder to manage. As he comes to his sense he started to walk towards me to help me up to the chair when I screamed again.

"What!" Paul yelled surprised and shocked again. "What the hell is it this time?"

"Can you at least put on some pants?" I managed to string a decent word amidst my pain.

And as he disappears into his room, I sat on the chair alone before I remembered one very important detail; I'm supposed to hate him. I immediately got up from the chair and partially limped back into my room, slamming the door on the way to get that 'I'm angry' effect though I'm not sure who it was intended for. I listened as Paul came out from an empty room to another empty room and said something that sounded muffled to me. Then I heard a door slam. Not wanting to let him have the last word, I opened the door and yelled "Well, same to you!" and slam the door again. I was quite sure that won me battle.

The war started about 2 months ago, when Cheryl walked into our lives, literally. I still remember her dark shoulder length hair, her infectious smile and most of all, she was shorter than me. She was asking about a poster we have put up on our college about a room to rent. I immediately said yes