Below is my attempt at opening exposition. Ignore typos etc, this is a first draft of what looks like a sweet little romance that came out of nowhere. I have the whole thing plotted out and my ending written also. What do you think sis? Okay set-up or can you already see where I'm going with this? Either way you're getting the full thing when I come down this weekend.
At first moving in with Dave seemed to be the ideal solution to all my problems. Telling my parents that I was leaving the (lucrative) family business to purse a career in photography had not gone well. True, I was never expecting it to be easy. As my father reminded me at least seven times before fury rendered him incomprehsible; “Griffith and Son…hear me? Griffith and Son.”
Apparently the loss of a name in the company portraits had a knock-on effect to family albums.
At least I could appreciate the irony.
So that brings us to Dave, my best buddy from university days. To be honest I’d forgotten a lot about what he was like to live with… or a least had convinced myself that five years and a girlfriend who had her head screwed on would have fixed some of his more… colourful habits. I don’t think I’d even finished bringing in all my stuff before a waft of something rancid swept across my face. Even if I didn’t immeadiately recognise the smell (which I did. God knows how many times I’d be greeted by that on entering the bathroom after a few too many) the smirk on Dave’s face would have easily fingered him as the culprit.
And so it began. Once he’d got me that first time I found a weirdly comforting familiarity in his actions and attempts to gross me out. Sure I acted surprised and if he’d really tried hard, sometimes I even had a mini spazz for him, but really I was just grateful for the noise, the laughs, the life he radiated. (God that sounds like I’m some kind of angsting vampire twat… which I’m not. Obviously.) At any rate it was a welcome change to the rigid formality I’d been living in since moving back home after Uni. When not hanging out with Dave and his lovely girlfriend Karin I would wander round the city, taking photos for my profile or developing negatives in my room (which was perfect as it received almost no light due to how it fitted in with other buildings. I only had to cover one window too which was a bonus, although the downside was it was a bit of a black pit of despair to sleep in…more of which later) or sleep.
It was on one of these hanging out occasions when Dave first made the comment.