Unconditional

3

Hollies pov:

The boys still let me keep a key to the apartment. I go over there once or twice a week to hang out, depending on how busy they are that week. For the past three, none of our schedules have matched up.

Today is one of the days that we all have free. Sadie and Maya are both out of town. Maya in New York;
Sadie in Florida. It's pretty common.

I make my drive over to the apartment, I used to call mine, and park in the same parking spot I used to. The familiar stairs, are getting harder to walk up,
now that I'm this far along in my pregnancy.

This is the place I thought I would bring my son home to. Back to his father, his uncle, and my best friends. Now, I'll be bringing him home to two girls who I know will love him unconditionally. They already do.

As I make my way to apartment 47, I text Jayce,
making dinner plans with him and Ellie. I look for the key on my chain, and unlock the door. I take my shoes off and put my bag on the hangers, just like I used to.

I walk into the kitchen, and grab a bottle of water, before realizing one of the boys is sitting at the counter.

"Hey." I say, twisting the lid off the bottle.

"Who the hell are you?" He asks. I don't recognize the voice.

"Wait, who the hell are you?" I question, just as confused as he is.

The black haired boy, stands up from his chair. He looks so familiar, but like a stranger at the same time. He has the same expression on his face.

"I live here." He finally says.

"Tap and Wilder already got a new roommate? Damn." I mumble under my breath.

"You're mumbling love." He claims.

Who the hell is this guy.

"Sorry, it's just- Tapper and Wilder are like, my closest friends. I didn't know they got a new roommate." I say.

He smiles at me, before standing up. And holy shit he's tall.

"Im Aleksander." He says, reaching out with his hand.

"Hollie." I reply, shaking his hand.

"Doll, I know I'm attractive, but please, keep the eyeing me up and down, to a limit." He laughs, reaching behind me for a bottle of water.

Oh my god! I know why he looks familiar.

"You're Aleksander Vos? You produced Killer Girl, right?" I ask.

"Right." He smiles, taking a sip of his water.

"Then why the hell are you living is Boston?!" I question.

"Needed a change of pace. Now that I've answered your assortment of questions, it would be helpful if you would answer just one of mine." He says, sitting back down.

"And that is?"

"Why are you here? No, wait, how'd you get in the apartment? The door is locked."

"I'm here, because I was planning on hanging out with Tap and Wilder. Plus I needed to pick something up." I grab my keys out of my back pocket. "And I still have a key to the apartment." I say, jingling them.

"Well, Tapper and Wilder aren't here, just Wyatt and I," Who's wyatt? "And I think the thing you're here to pick up, is sitting by the door. It looks heavy, if you need help bringing it down the stairs." He says.

"Who's Wyatt?" I question.

"That's me!" The boy says, walking into the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter.

"Oh. Well nice to meet you Wyatt." I say.

"You must be Hollie. Tapper and Wilder talk about you a lot." He says, swinging his leg back and forth under the counter top.

"Do they?" I ask.

"Yeah. You, and Jayce, are siblings right?" He questions.

"Y'all have met Jayce?"

"Mhm. Cool dude." Wyatt says.

"Wait you're the pregnant one?" Aleksander asks.

"I thought it was pretty obvious." I state, running my hands over my bump.

"Obviously not." Wyatt laughs.

I don't feel like spending my afternoon off, with random guys I don't know, even if I'm a huge fan of one of them.

"Tell Tap and Wilder to give me a calm when they get home. I'm sure I'll see y'all later." I say, heading back to the door.