♤ ➖𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 | Are We Happy Now?

I have finally started plotting without fillers... but it might take a bit to push into place

This was rushed and unedited because my computer had been crashing on me as of lately.

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"Ha..."

Exhaling tiredly, her breath condensed in the cold. Standing before the door of the new place she was residing in, (Y/N)'s shoulders slumped momentarily.

Underneath the dimly lit porch, she remained still with the look of disappointment. The weight of another rejection, taking a grand toll on her.

For a bit, she remained outside and allowed the harsh breeze of winter nick at her despite how she trembled underneath her layers, until she found it unbearable.

With a gulp of the hurt in her dismissal, she raised her head up and shook her thoughts away before entering the family's residence.

"Ah, he's a stubby short of a six pack, that Chris."

She walked into some of the owners in front of the large television showcasing a reality show. 'They're home...' From the accent, the strong odour of cheap hairspray, and one of them peeling an orange she knew immediately the ones relaxing but said nothing.

Going unnoticed by the trio seated, her unusually quiet footsteps grew even quieter when she slipped out of her heels and coat and set them aside before walking past the distracted trio.

'It's almost dinner time...' Ignoring her tiredness and the throbbing soreness from the excessive walking, (Y/N) made her way to the kitchen and in wallowing silence began to put on the apron belonging to the Russian gymnast friend of hers.

'Shepherd's pie?' She looked around, hearing the cackles from the trio in the common area. 'Would that be done on time?'

"You're back so soon!" Delayed in her reaction upon the appearance of a meek smile, (Y/N)'s shoulder jumped when snapping out of her thoughts to meet the owner of the voice. "How was it?"

'Mike?' Her lips formed a thin thin for longer than she wanted until she blinked her unsureness away with a simple lie. "It... went... well." She nodded her head with her lips once again forming a line.

"That's great!"

Feeling shameful for her discomfort around the others despite the days, the guest simply gulped back her nerves and turned away from him to pull out pots and pans. 'It's just like talking to Svetlana...'

"I had to walk 6 miles to and from the interview though," She awkwardly admitted, throwing in a soft chuckle that came out forced. "I missed my bus."

Mike smiles gently at her sudden openness, the relief of bringing some sort of comfort to her was evident on his face. "That happened all the time to me when I went to school. And the state buses are always changing schedules midway too."

"I know!" With her back turned, she figured the reason why she became more talkative was because she didn't have to see the person she was conversing with. (Y/N) kept herself busy with whatever she was doing until Mike spoke up again.

"I can... take you to your job interviews..."

Immediately freezing in her steps, (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes set on the pan she was spraying. The idea of having someone she barely knows driving her around sounded so foreign without an exchange and that made her skin crawl.

"Don't let them fool you though, they can sometimes pretend to be each other to get what they want." Svetlana had warned her the first night she moved in, having all the men carrying her small amount of stuff into the home. "Vito pretended to be Mike once, and he went around doing things in exchange of others."