Kylie
"Home sweet home"
Asher unlocks the door before holding it open for me. We walk in, and Asher locks the door behind us.
I look around at the entryway, which was surprisingly neat, considering a 20 year old boy lives here.
Ash walks down the hall and stops suddenly in a doorway with a frown. I quickly follow and look over his shoulder into what looks to be a den. Another boy is lounging on the couch, wearing a headset and playing what looks to be the newest COD game. A discarded empty bag of Cheeto Puffs lays a few feet away from the boy's toes.
Handing me the bag of Chipotle, Asher shoots me an apologetic look and whispers "I'll be back in a second".
He walks into another room, and I'm stuck standing awkwardly in the doorway watching some guy I don't know play Call of Duty. Which, come to think of it, he's actually doing really well.
It only takes a few seconds for me to be almost as absorbed in the game as the mystery boy is. I barely recognize any time has passed, when Ash comes back into the room with a bucket full of ice and water, and a mischievous grin on his face.
He looks back at me and lifts a single finger to his lips, signaling me not make any noise.
Realizing what he plans to do, I suppress a laugh and lean back to watch the show.
Ash sits with the bucket prepared to dump for a few seconds, making sure Mystery Boy is still oblivious, before suddenly dumping the bucket directly down his back.
"OH MY GOD ASHER WHAT THE HELL MAN??!!" screams Mystery Boy, while leaping up and screaming like a child, dancing around the room, ripping off his headset and struggling to rip the soaking white tshirt off of his body.
At this point Ash is doubled over with laugher, his ginger hair shaking with each laugh. I'm also laughing pretty hard, shielding the noise with my hand against my mouth.
Finally, Mystery Boy succeeds at taking the wet shirt off. He glares at Ash while opening his mouth, about to yell at him, when he realizes I'm standing in the doorway.
Mystery Boy's eyes widen, before glancing at his bare abs and running his hands quickly through his messy hair. "Oh-"
I do a quick look over of the mystery boy, and see that he's wearing light gray sweatpants. His eyes are a deep chocolate color, his hair only a shade lighter.
"Ash," he whispers loudly "there's a girl in the doorway," he glances at the bag in my hands, "and she has Chipotle." His British accent takes me by surprise,
Ash laughs and walks back over to me. "That's for me and her. This is Kylie." He gestures to me before taking the chipotle back.
Mystery Boy ruffles his hair again before replying. "Oh hi, I'm Tom. I'm uh- gonna go put a shirt on. And new pants." Tom ducks out of the room, disappearing though one of the vacant doorways.
Asher frowns a little before laughing. "I think he likes you." He says to me.
"NO SHES JUST REALLY PRETTY LEAVE ME ALONE" Tom shouts from where I'm assuming is his bedroom.
I shake my head, slightly blushing. "I'm really not."
"You really are." Before giving me a chance to argue, Ash says "Now come on let's eat." He turns and walks back through the doorway and into the hall, with me following. We turn and enter a small kitchen area, where a table is set with 4 chairs.
Ash pulls out a chair for me, and sits in the one across from it.
"I didn't know you had a roommate." I say, sitting down and taking my burrito out of the bag.
"Yeah, Tom's the only one other than me here. We've known each other for a couple years now since he started acting."
"He's an actor?"
"Yup. He auditioned for a big Spider-Man role too. And I'm a Caribou barista." Ash laughs "for now anyway. I do animal photography and once Nat Geo finally decides to look at my photos they will have no choice but to hire me." He looks up from his burrito bowl. "What do you wanna do for a job?"
I finish chewing a bite of my burrito before replying (it tastes like heaven btw) "I'm still not sure." I shake my head "I'm freaking 20 years old and still have no clue what I'm gonna do with my life."
"Don't worry you'll figure it out."
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After about an hour, our Chipotle is long gone and we're still talking when Tom comes into the kitchen and sits at the table.
"I thought you had work at the store today." Ash remarks, looking at Tom.
Ah, so that's why he didn't seem thrilled when he saw the brunet playing video games.
"Oh yeah I quit."
Ash's face immediately is mixture of confusion and concern. "Why the hell would you do that??"
Tom picks at his nails absentmindedly, "I got the part."
"Okay...which part?" Asher looks at me with a 'wtf' face.
Tom looks up and smirks before screaming "I GOT SPIDER-MAN!"
"No way!"
Both boys jump out of their seat and start screaming like girls who just found out their favorite lipstick was on sale.
"HELL YESSSS"
I watch the two boys celebrating while laughing uncontrollably. I've known these people for like no time at all, and yet they feel almost like brothers.
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I head home and spend the most of the weekend binge watching Netflix and eating way too many Cheeto puffs.
I also spend a lot of time struggling to pack my bag.
I've learned something new in this packing experience.
You need a lot of things for just 2 weeks.
And when I say a lot, I mean, A LOT.
I have 3 bags.
And those are just for clothes.
Rheana
Ugh my back hurts.
I've been packing my bag for LA, and let me tell you, I have wayyy to much stuff to go on a 2 week trip.
But I can't live without my llama slippers.
Or fuzzy pants.
Or the 4 cameras I need for taking pictures.
Yes I need 4.
One is for landscapes, one for portraits, one for animals, and one for everything else.
They take pictures differently ok.
But I finally finished packing and Kylie better have too because we're leaving tomorrow.
At 7am.
That's way too earlyyyyy.
Not to mention we need to get up at like 4:30 to get to the airport by 5 to get checked and everything.
Stupid airplanes.
Stupid luggage.
But hey I get to see my bestie Jojoooo.
But stupid mornings.
Daniel
She's gorgeous.
Her voice is angelic.
And yes I've stalked her on Instagram.
But I can't follow her without calling attention to myself.
I run my fingers through my blond hair and groan, flopping onto my bed.
How can I be so crazy about a girl I barely know?
Her name is gorgeous too.
Ibiza Toledo.
She literally wrote a song dedicated to me. I want to let her know that I see her, but I just don't know how.
I've listened to her new song bad record multiple times too.
I just can't get enough of her voice, I could sit and listen to it all day.
The boys think something is wrong with me, but I get the vibe that Corbyn is catching on.
He gives me side glances and I've caught him staring at me when I'm smiling at my phone. I've also seen him nodding in thought when he looks at me.
She's so gorgeous.
Ugh I just can't stop thinking about her. Her long hair, her perfect lips, her beautiful dark eyes.
I'm going to meet her.
I don't know how or when,
But I will.
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