Ah, shopping. She was sure that given enough time, it could cure any ailment. Stomping up the stairs that led to her shared apartment, Megan found it rather hard to balance the many bags and boxes she held in her arms. The more sensible part of her said to simply drop a few, and come back for them later.

But the other part of her said OH HELL NAW, and she was more inclined to listen to it. Dresses, pants of all sorts and shoes- beloved shoes... she wasn't about to set them down in the dirty stairwell and leave them there so some jacka** could wander past and take her things. Not even if the weight made her topple backwards down the steps.

She managed to get herself to her door, only having to kick one box that had fallen along. Whistling a happy tune, she slid her key into the lock, turned and pushed her door open. Silence greeted her as she stood in the doorway... which either meant Roach was gone... or that she was going to get attacked after stepping inside. "...Roachy?... Oh, Mr. Rooooachy poo~?" Not a peep. Vibrant blue eyes squinted, and she kicked her fallen box into the apartment.

Kicking the door shut behind her, she paused and listened. No scuttling, no skittering... no clawing at the door from victim's who hadn't been quite dead yet... It seemed, as if he had the apartment all to herself for once. A satisfied smirk curved her lips- which had been tinted red to match her eye shadow, and she made her way to her room. Contrary to her personal appearance, her room was rather lighthearted. Pale blues and light greens decorated the window and her bed. A bed which she buried under her bags. "...Whew... That's a load off my- AW, Goddamnit roach!"

She spotted a dead cockroach on its back at the corner of her bed, and slapped a hand to her face in frustration. "How many times do I have to tell him to keep those pests out of my room!?" With a little whistle, she glanced up to her ceiling- which was littered with a ton of silken webs. One black spider dropped from a web on a silken line to gather up the roach carcass, then drag it back up to the ceiling. Still peeved that one of Roaches vermin had gotten into her room, unless he placed it there himself, she stomped back out into the hallway and headed for the kitchen. Before she started unpacking, she was going to get a glass of roses.

...roses?

Megan stopped in her tracks and stared down the hall toward the living room. Sitting on the coffee table was a dozen or more red roses, wrapped in green and white paper with white curling ribbon acting as a bow. The twenty four year old blinked... then blinked some more when she couldn't think of anything to do or say. Who... the hell had left roses in her house? "...what... the hell?"

She closed the distance between herself and the flowers, and picked them up. They smelled like flowers... and didn't look like they had been pulled from a dumpster or nibbled on... So Roach was out of the question. Megan spotted a little blue envelope on the coffee table, and stooped to pick it up. The little card within was a blue bear holding a bouquet of flowers, and inside someone had scrawled, "I'll be watching."

A chill ran down her spine, but she forced a snort and dropped the card back onto the table. "Har har, Roach. Very funny, you big Jerk." He knew very well that the texts she had been receiving lately had put her on edge... It was pretty low of him to make fun of her for it. She turned and made her way back toward the kitchen, depositing the roses in the trash can as she went...

Work had been particularly stressful today. A bus full of tourists who thought the name of her workplace was 'cute had all decided to stop in and get "New York" hair cuts. God, she had thought cutting poodle ladies hair had been bad- but it was nothing in comparison. After spending five hours listening to one Wisconsin accent after another, she had grown so close to stabbing herself in the ear with a pair of scissors, that boss lady had sent her home. It was getting close to six o'clock by the time she parked her scooter, and started once more up the steps to her apartment.

With her helmet tucked under her arm, she swung the door of her apartment open and stepped inside- only to freeze in her tracks when she caught sight of another wrapped bouquet of flowers sitting on the coffee table. In the exact same spot where the roses had been.. Instantly, anger sparked behind her eyes.

"Goddamnit... ROACH!" Her helmet hit the couch cushions after she flung it like a softball, and bounced off to hit the floor. "ROACH?! Get out here you hard headed bastard!" Her stomping could no doubt be heard through out the complex, as she darted from room to room checking in closets and under beds.

Roach was no where to be found.

Megan reentered the living room and picked a little green card off of the flowers. This one was a kitten sitting next to a balloon that had 'I ♥ U'. Inside, in the same handwriting as before, was scrawled a little message.

'I missed you...'

"F***." She had been receiving a text with that exact message for a few weeks now. Crap was starting to get downright creepy, but she wasn't willing to fully let Roach off the hook just yet. Still... she wasn't about to hang around in an empty apartment. Snatching up her helmet, she grabbed the flowers and the card and marched back out the door- triple checking to make sure she had locked the door properly as she left. On her way to her scooter, she tossed the flowers in a dumpster, and wiped her hands clean of the matter...

The door was open... The effing door was open. Surprised and (slightly) frightened blue eyes stared at the crack in her front door. She knew she had locked it, she was absolutely sure of it... It had only been an hour ago that she had left...

With a few grocery bags in hand, she reached out and pushed the door open all the way. There were no signs of forced entry... nothing appeared to be gone from what she could see... and it didn't appear as if Roach was home. Her eyes drifted to the coffee table, and she breathed a sigh of relief at the absence of anything floral related. She was really starting to hate flowers... She passed the door being ajar off as an accident- either she hadn't shut it like she thought, or her roommate had come home and left the door open by accident. "...Get a hold of yourself, Rova."

Stepping inside, she locked herself in and breathed another small sigh, before dragging her bags to the kitchen. She had organic milk to put away, as well as chicken and turkey. She had gotten Roach a big hunk of ham thigh (which she contemplated throwing in the hallway closet for him to find), and a few arm fulls of fresh vegetables for herself. After storing everything away in it's proper place, she folded her paper bags and placed them under the sink in the recycle pile. Then, she slipped out of her coat and headed back to her room. "You know, Charley, I'm starting to think I need to change my hair color... Maybe a nice red, to offset my eyes?" The small spider she was talking to didn't understand a lick of what she was saying, but he nodded anyway. Nodding made his mother happy, and that was what he always sought to do.

Megan swung open the door to her room, and nearly jumped out of her own skin. Sitting on her bed was a pink and blue wrapped bouquet of lillys, with a little card tucked under the ribbon. She felt a breeze on her cheek, and realized that her bedroom window was wide open. Her heart hammered away in her chest so hard that she felt like it was getting in the way of breathing. Charley took notice, and crawled down from behind her ear to see what was up. After a moment of not being able to move, Megan regained the use of her legs and crossed the room hurriedly. She tore open the envelope on the card. A bumble bee greeted her, holding a daisy in its hand.

"You are still so very pretty"

Something she had not felt in a long while crept into the pit of her stomach. True fear. She couldn't blame this on Roach anymore... It was getting to... creepy, even for him. There was no humor in it, no big joke or HA HA. The color washed from her face and she reached out and snatched up the flowers from her bed. They, as well as the card went flying from her window and she slammed it shut right after. Chewing on her lip, she stared at the glass for a moment. Flowers had shown up now for three weeks in a row. Roach didn't seem to know anything about it... and somehow the door kept getting unlocked... and her window.

Quietly, Megan returned to the kitchen and snatched up her keys. She was going to spend the night somewhere else, even if that place was a bar- where people would be around her at all times...

A week had passed, and nothing had happened. Life had pretty much returned to normal, and Megan was feeling much better. She had received no more texts from unknown, unreachable numbers, and the only flowers she had seen hide or hair of had been out on the city streets. She had just gotten back from dinner at a coworkers house, and was happy to see that her door was still as locked as she had left it. She was a little nervous about heading in without knowing is Roach was home or not... but she didn't want to stand out on the porch all night- she she mustered her courage and opened her door.

"...Roach...?" The living room was clear... as was the kitchen. Her companion was once again absent, but it looked as if he had recently left- seeing as the fridge was wide open and their jar of mayo was gone. She sighed, closing the appliance, and set her purse down on the counter. She could see the very corner of the door to her room from where she stood, and in the shadows of the hallway it looked ominous. Her paranoia told her to head on down and make sure her fears were incorrect- but her stomach was empty... it wanted food. She decided to make herself a quick salad, then go investigate the rest of the house- if only to put her fears to rest.

A few hours later, after a good old fashioned black and white romance on TV, she dropped her plate in the sink and speared the clock on the living room wall with a questioning look. It was nine... where was Roach? "...Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn..." She answered her own question, seeing as he was probably out gallivanting around the neighbor hood stealing babies and what not. She was surprised that the cops hadn't gotten wise and started to carry bug spray rounds in their guns. Stretching, she lingered to catch the last few moments of her movie, before she headed back to her room. Sitting and relaxing had put her at ease... but she was still weary of her room. Someone had snuck in defiled her privacy, it still bothered her.

Cracking open her door, she peeked inside. A street light outside cast a light glow across her bed sheets- and in the darkness she spotted a little figure on her bed. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she reached in to flip her light on. Irises, long stem purple Irises sat on her bed. A little stuffed kitty toy sat in front of it. She was dumbstruck, really. The hair on the back of her neck raised, and in a kind of stupor she crossed her room and reached down to pick up the kitten toy. It was holding a card in its paws...

"Don't throw this one away."

She left immediately, and left a quickly scrawled note on the kitchen counter explaining that she would only be at the apartment while in Roaches company...