Living With Joy

Chapter One-

I  have wanted to be a writer ever since I was little. I always dreamed of writing stories about epic fantasies and awesome battles! When I write books it seems to me to make them better, more logical.
And what could be more logical then real life.

And that's why I'm writing this blog. To show people real life. To prove that you don't need power rings or laser eyes to be interesting. This is a story about taking the easy was out. This is a story about laziness and the simple act of not caring. This is someone who would rather hit the caps lock key then hit the shift bar.This is a story about my friend. Joy Cornish.

Chapter Two-

It all started about 6 months ago when I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me.
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Imagine me throwing pillows and coffee cups at him while I cry.
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Then I lost my job for printing a story my editor didn't like.
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Imagine him throwing pens and books at me while he shouts.
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My whole life had fallen apart. But now as I sit at my computer typing. I consider it may be a good thing. I could say whatever I want. I didn't have to write articles anymore. I could write books and epic adventures. A far off land where people ride ponies, and for some reason stick swords in stones.

And so here I sit. 2 A.M. with a cold cup of tea and an empty carton of ice cream beside me. Tears streaming down my face and eyes glazed over. That I finally recover my writers block and tell you this great story.

And as for me you ask? I am what you would expect a tall blonde English woman who is currently playing video games and eating pizza while a SyFy marathon runs.
I had just been kicked out of my upscale townhouse by my landlord. My flatmate Rosita had thrown a wild party there.
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Imagine clothes on the ceiling fan. Tipped over beer cans and cheese puffs sprinkles all over my couch. Then me being kicked out the door by a very angry Germanic woman. A box of my possessions and an tyke trolly full of clothes I had stolen.
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I had nowhere else to go. I ended up on a coffee shop on Baker Street. That's where I met my friend Joy Cornish.
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"Do you mind if I sit here?"Daisy

"No it's cool. Just trying to decipher this damn crossword puzzle."Joy

"It's upside down."Daisy

"I know that."Joy

"Pass the paper?"Daisy
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We met several time a week at that coffee shop. Discussing topics varying from video games to philosophy, movies to current events and politics and we found out we had much in common. And then one day one fateful day I came in sobbing.
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"I got kicked out of my house!"Daisy

"That's nice dearie."Joy

"Are you listening to me?! I'm homeless! I have nowhere to go! I'm stuck in this rut and I want my life to change and I want to go on adventures and I want my MOMMY!"Daisy

"Don't you ever feel like your live is aimless like you'll just be doomed forever to wake up and go to work and do the exact same thing!?"Joy
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And then Joy began to sob to. It hadn't occurred to me that she had felt the same way. Her job was so successful. Maybe she did feel like me. Stuck in an endless whirlpool of normality destined to grow old and die.
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"You're crying and that makes me cry too!"Joy

"But if you cry that makes me cry more!"Daisy

"Now where making each other cry!!!"Joy
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And then out prayers where answered. Exactly where Joy had been sobbing was an apartment add.
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Two bedroom one bath. Nice view. Gloucester Street. 193 pounds a week."Joy

"Really? That's amazing!"Daisy

"Oh. It's couples only."Joy
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And that's when me and Joy got a brilliant idea. An amazingly brilliant and elegant idea. An idea to challenge the like of Leonardo Da Vinci or Galileo themselves. Something so awesome that your head might just explode! Hold onto your brain stems!
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"You know. We could go to this apartment? We could pretend to be a couple. Without actually being a couple. Like that show Spaced! We could have a bedroom each and split the rent?"Joy

"Really you'll do that for me!"Daisy

"Totally! I'm not at home much!"Joy

"This is a great idea. This is an amazing idea! Let's go over there now!"Daisy
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We had no idea what we were in store for.

Chapter 3-

Never judge a book by its cover, unless the cover has the title on it. This was the case with the flat.
It was a light pink apartment building. A cobblestone pathway and a iron gate sat at the front of the house. Truly English. You could almost smell the eal pies.

The yard was a mess. It had gone untrimmed and resembled a field in the African plains. The lions stalking it were replaced by destroyed water fountains and beer bottles that had been dropped from windows.

As we knocked on the door we noticed something awfully strange. The door was made out of plastic. A yellow plastic door. Right at that moment the landlord opened the door. Me and Joy made a frightful discovery. Mr Peabody, our landlord, was blind.

Me and Joy looked at each other with the worst smiles. Our landlord was blind. I was just about to introduce ourselves when Joy said:
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"Hello Mr Peabody. My name is Mike this is my girlfriend Daisy."
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I could barely contain my laughter. Joy was pretending to be a man. Mr Peabody was old maybe he wouldn't approve of two women living together. This was the perfect cover. There were no other tenants. So our ruse would go unoticed.