"I just really, really need somewhere to call home. I swear to God, I am clean. I love to do laundry!" Avery struggled to find the right words. She had flopped her way out of six different groups that were looking for roommates, and if this didn't work out, she wasn't quite sure what she would do. So here she was, sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair, trying to get these four boys to let her in. She examined the boys, who were obviously lost as their eyes darted back and forth between each other and the tall, awkward girl sitting before them.
"Okay, so I need you to be honest with me." The short haired boy stated. Avery gulped, worried that she might say the wrong thing. "Do you have any hot friends?" He smirked after asking his question, but anyone could have known that he wasn't joking. "Zach, shut up." Austin muttered, elbowing him in the rib cage. His friends were so stupid sometimes. Avery laughed a bit. "It's okay. I do have friends, but I'm not quite sure what your standards are."
"How many friends do you have?" Alex raised an eyebrow, skeptical about whether or not this girl had her giggling friends over all of the time or not. "Only two, really. Eloise is just a little British wedding planner, and Nyla is a model, so I don't see-" Avery was cut off by Zach. "M-model?"
"You have no chance." Avery giggled out, making the rest of the boys smile. Zach frowned for a second, before looking back up to me. "I think that this could work!"
"Could you just give us one minute?" Robert asked. Avery nodded, glad that someone was finally considering her. She kept opening her mouth and saying snarky things, and that wasn't getting her anywhere. But in this case, it seemed to make these potential roommates like her more. She watched the boys argue for a moment, and after a minute, the boys stood nervously in front of her.
"You're in. Welcome to the apartment."
