Why me? (bxb) {Editing}

Chapter Nineteen

"Hello? William, I just got in my apartment and guess what?" I said on the phone.

As I looked around my apartment.

"What?" Noah asked sounding alert.

"You left a mess! Everything is disorganized!" I screamed as I looked at the underwear hang on my kitchen counter.

How did his underwear get there?
Was he even wearing one?

I'll never look at my kitchen the same way. What also troubled me was the fact that the couch pillows were on the ground. Everyone knows pillows stay on the couch or on the bed! Why did I have to be best friends with an idiot like him?

You must think I'm a really huge control freak. Well, I'm not! I just like my things organised, okay? Okay.

"Fuck, my ears dude chill," I heard him say.

"Don't dude chill me! I swear if you don't get your butt here and clean up this mess, I'll go to your house and tell your mom!" I threatened, half serious.

"What? You can't be serious." I could feel him roll his eyes.

"You want to try me?" I said in the most serious tone I could do.

"Fine! I'll be there in a minute." He sighed.

"You better be," I said hanging up.

I sighed walking in my room and suprise, surprise, it was also a mess. I groaned taking off my clothes and putting on my pyjamas.

Noah showed up after a few minutes and started cleaning and complaining about how mean I was, while I was eating a sandwich and studying Economics. When he was done cleaning, I kicked him out and fell asleep on the couch.

**

I looked up at the woman with similiar eyes as mine. She smiled gently as if welcoming me and telling me not to freak out. Her hands were shaky and so was her lips like how I looked when I was nervous. Just like the man beside her. He looked ten times more nervous with his unsure looking smile and the way he constantly rubbed his neck.

Who are they? I wanted to ask but before I could I heard ringing. A cell phone was ringing.

I shot up from the couch picking up my phone.

"Hello?" I answered the phone in a my croaky morning voice.

"Hey, baby." Ethan said in his usual smooth deep voice.

"Ethan? Why are you calling me at..." I searched for the clock. "Seven in the morning on a Saturday?" I asked sitting up straight and forgeting about my weird dream.

"We need to get going, baby."

"Go where?"

Did I wake up dummer or what? Because I feel so confused now.

"The wedding."

"So early?" I groaned.

"The drive is five hours long and since we not flying there because mom wants a road trip, so we leave early so that we'll be there by the afternoon." He explained.

I didn't even pack yet and we leaving now.

"Oh...so...where are you?"

"At your apartment building," he replied.

"Okay. Come up, my room is 3A, the third floor," I said taking off my pyjamas.

"And the door is open?"

"Yeah, you'll find me in the shower...I mean don't enter it...I mean..."

Why do I keep doing this to myself?! My words were getting jumbled up by the second.