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louises pov:

it was ashtons friends and now the kitchen.

they were loud, really loud.

"so whos your roommate? are we gonna like him?"

they were all australian, one of them bleached their hair 'again', one of them grew a beard, and one of them 'finally grew some stubble'.

how do i know this? ashton exclaimed these sentences:

"mike! you bleached your hair again? youre gonna go bald!"

"luke, youve got a beard! i bet youre a ladys man now huh?"

"cal, you finally grew some stubble, i know youd do it someday"

my stomach grumbled, im craving some sweets right now.

i stand up from the ground and look for the plastic bag full of candy.

i felt the plastic and tugged the bag toward me.

candy.

my only comfort.

basically, ashtons 17, lukes 19, michael is 18, and calum is 18.

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