Pj Liguori, Chris Kendall And I.

Flatmates

Abigail's POV~

     I flinch as I feel the needle pierce through my earlobe, bringing a stinging sensation not even a blink later. I was currently getting my ears pierced for the first time. Nothing special really, its just a piercing. Once they were done putting in my temporary earrings in, I got off the chair and paid them. Hi. My name is Abigail Pond. I'm 26 and I live in London. I'm here to start a new life for myself, as my one in america wasn't all that pleasant. Today, along with getting my ears pierced, I was going to meet my two new flatmates. I was pretty nervous because all I know is that they are both men. I'm not saying that I'm afraid of men its just I'm an introvert. That means I'm a person that doesn't talk to people a lot. 

    After about 10 minutes of driving, I finally made it to my new flat. I walked up to the door carefully, as if I took too big of a step, I would blow up the whole damn universe. I slowly but surely put my key into the lock. I then very quietly turned the door handle, opening the door all the way. Right as I opened the door,  I was engulfed by the warmth of the cinnamon scented air. Jesus on a tricycle that smells amazing. I swiftly step in and shut the door very quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up because its 12 o'clock. 

"Hello!" I hear a deep, northern voice say from behind me. I quickly turn around to see a man with Green eyes and Brown, strait hair. "O-oh h-hi." I stutter, quietly. "U-um I'm sorry but are you Chris Kendall or Pj Liguori?" I ask hesitantly, looking down at the two names on the paper. They have a ring to it. "Chris, and you are?" He asks smiling while tilting his head to the side a bit. "Abigail, I'm your new flatmate." I say with a small smile, a blush forming on my cheeks and on my neck.

"Why didn't you tell me she was here, I would have been able to introduce myself to her also! So not fair, Chris." I hear yet another voice say from behind Chris. A man with blue/green eyes and curly brown hair steps up from behind Chris. "I'm Pj, and you must be Abigail." I nod slightly, a grin on my face. 

"Yes, nice to meet both of you." I say cheekily. They just stare at my face, smiling. "Oh geez.." I say turning away covering my face. This is so embarrassing! I'm so ugly and they are like greek gods! They are gorgeous and they were just staring at me. Oh no. I feel tears stinging the back of my eyes. I'm such a baby. "Hey are you ok?" Pj asks, suddenly, making me notice that they are still here. Damn it. "I-its nothing. May I ask where my room is?" I ask quietly. "Of course, hun." Chris says putting a comforting hand on my back and leading me to a room painted a lavender, matching the ends of my hair. "Hey.." Chris starts, putting a hand on my cheek. "Whats wrong?" He asks quietly. "Its nothing. I'm kinda tired so I'm going to go to bed. See you in the morning." I say, a yawn cutting off the end of morning. "Oh... Good night then." He chirps, shutting the door quietly. Without any thought, I jump into my already made bed, drifting to sleep.