"Do you listen to Alex G?"
"Is that a rapper?"
He wasn't aware his type was girls who had bangs and listen to Indie music.
CS X FEMOC!
IRL! SOCIAL MEDIA!
THE GROUP FOLLOWED after Chris and Stevie on the curb, Roslyn offered the boys to come back to their place after deciding to ditch the party, in Stevies words 'It was a bust anyways'.
"Matthew my guy...Have my eyes deceived me? you're wearing a SWEATER WITH A POLO SHIRT?!"
Roslyn greets Matt with overwhelming thrill at his outfit decision, a prideful grin platter on Nick' face as he raises his hand. "All me Roslyn no need to thank me," He says with smug, she huffs and shakes her head in approval.
"Dude looks rocking with my old mans clothes to be honest," Roslyn compliments.
"Nicely done Nick, you're looking rather dapper Matt!" Stevie inputs, slouched on her and Roslyns couch. Matt rolls his eyes at the girls but the playful smile on his face tells he doesn't mind the applause.
The duo got themselves a flat a few months ago, Stevie explaining it briefly to the triplets they just wanted to focus on college and their career path. While Roslyn said it was just because her parents wouldn't allow her to smoke pot in her room anymore.
"You guys have a sick apartment, look how many vinyls they have Chris!" Nick examines the collection with Chris on the other side of the room glancing at the posters stevie has on the part of her room. Stevie stops in her tracks, staring at him admiring her wall, putting the cigarette packet and lighter down on the coffee table in front of her.
Making her way towards the boy slowly, feeling hesitant. Stevie creeps up around him, unknowingly that Chris can hear her soft breathes behind him. "Look who's being a weirdo again, huh?"
Stevie flinches, her nose scrunches with annoyance. He turns his head to face her with a sly smile. "Fuck, you scared me dude...You're the one being weird once again by staring at my wall since we got here." Stevie backfires, now standing by his side. Her eyes glide up to his whilst his remain back on her wall.
"Just admiring." He shrugs, biting his lip in curiosity he brings up his finger to point at a poster.
"Is that why you're named Stevie?" He refers to the poster of the lead singer in Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks. Stevie laughs to herself, shaking her head at him.
"Nah, I'm named after him," She turns to their left to reveal a poster of four scruffy looking young men, one with orange frizzy hair wearing to what looks like Christmas coloured jumper to Chris, the man is wearing a red and white jumper, with a blue tartan jacket hanging on his upper body? One kid with spiked up black hair and an odd looking gesture on his face, the other with blonde hair rather normal looking and finally a guy with a cowboy hat with a leather jacket on him.
