Wait for Happiness

5

The second day, I moved into Zack's house.

Zack was good-looking, but his taste was terrible. His house was like an overturned paint box. As seen for a long time, it made people's eyes painful. Though it had a good location and view, the terrible color scheme ruined the house completely.

I sighed in my heart. I had been liked by a man with a strange taste for many years. I didn't know if I should be happy or worried.

But the owner of the house didn't realize it at all. When Zack saw my shocked expression, he proudly showed me his "beautiful" house. I followed him speechlessly, trying not to look at the wall.

"This is your bedroom," said Zack, gesturing for me to come in.

"Okay."

The room was very big. The peacock feathers taking up half of the wall made me speechless again.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Zack raised his eyebrows and teased, "Do you want to sleep in the same bedroom with me?"

"No, I didn't."