Boy Band Games: Why Don't We Edition ✓

S2: 8 | The Love of My Life

Word Count: 3,082 words

Chapter Eight
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"BUT IBIZAAA!" I whined, latching onto the tall woman's arm, refusing to let go.

Now I know what you're thinking.

What on Earth is Lotte Ryans doing inside the Why Don't We tour manager's room at almost-12 midnight?

The answer to that is crystal clear.

"I really don't want to sleep in the same bed as him!" I continued whining.

The makeup artist, Marie, was looking at me in amusement from her bed inside her's and Ibiza's room.

Turns out, one of the makeup artists from the reality show, Marie was Ibiza's roommate.

How lucky.

"I really can't do anything about it right now." Ibiza yawned, looking at me.

"Maybe tomorrow but not right now."

I pouted, "But-"

"I thought you said you were good friends?" She quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Oh they are." Marie butt in, sending me a knowing grin.

"They're really good friends." She winked, her voice making me feel like there was an underlying meaning for her words.

I looked at her, horrified, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hey, I watched every single episode of Boy Band Games." She put her hands up defensively.

"I only say what I see." She held up a peace sign and plopped down on her bed.

I inwardly groaned.

Jesus Christ, help me.

"Lotte, listen." Ibiza snapped me back to reality.

I looked at her with a pout on my lips.

"I'll fix your sleeping arrangements tomorrow." She yawned again.

"But for now, you-" She started pushing me outside the door.

I looked at her expectantly.

"-go to bed." And then she closed the door behind me.

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

Listen, I know I may appear biscuit-y for whatever I'm doing, but I'm doing it for a good cause.

It's for me so it's a good cause.

Thank you very much.

I just don't want to ignite any more... stuff.

I remember sleeping inside Jonah's room a few months ago when I was still in the reality show because Daniel and Corbyn were fighting over some stupid dibs.

Yeah, don't want that to happen again.

I feel like Daniel and the others already gave up on their feelings for me, knowing full well that I'm not interested.

Well I am interested.

I mean I think I am.

I feel like I am.

But I'm confused.

And dazzled.

Confuzzled.

Last I heard from them was almost a month ago when they all at once asked me to the movies or just hang out, and I politely declined.