✮ 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 ✮

CHAPTER ONE: RENT

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this is me with writers block :')

Third Person POV:

Matt was driving around town with his triplet brothers, Chris and Nick. 

The three were deciding where to go to get lunch. 

They decide on Prime Pizza.

When they walk in they notice their neighbor, who is very much so obsessed with Matt.

Not again.

Matt

I notice that our neighbor is at Prime as soon as we walk in. I try not to make eye-contact with her as we walk up to the ordering counter. We all order one slice of pepperoni pizza and a drink each.

And once Nick pays, we have nothing to do but stand around and stare at our surroundings. Except for my phone, which is still in the car. Chris and Nick are both on their phones, so I would look and feel weird trying to start a conversation with them. 

By this time, the girl has probably noticed me, so I just try with all of my might to not look across the room. Next to the soda fridge. I memorize the floor pattern and try to count the number of tiles, but ultimately loose count.

Then, my impulse gets the best of me, and I look up. I make eye contact with this girl for a solid 2 seconds, before she looks to the side, covering her face with her hair. 

God.

Who does she think she is? Acting like she's in a fucking movie right now, blushing behind her brown hair. I roll my eyes, and hear that our order is ready. 

I grab the take-out box with all of our pizza, thank the server, and walk out the door. When we get outside, I immediately fell the hot air on my skin. I love summer. For some reason, at this time of year, I feel happier. I wonder if this is just me as I step into the driver's seat of the car, handing the hot pizza boxes to Nick in the back. 

"What?! Why are you giving this to me?" He complains.

I shrug my shoulders and plug my car into the car to play some Mac Miller. Nick keeps the pizza in the back. 

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"Damn." Chris says, taking a bite of his lukewarm pizza. "I wish I ate this in the car. It's not fresh."

Nick nods, "I agree, but I hate your wording." He says, raising his eyebrows in a look of disgust.

Chris cracks open his can of Pepsi and takes a huge sip. "Man, I'm bored." He says, taking another sip. "Yeah, your life must be boring, all you do is sleep and drink Pepsi." Nick retorts. Chris smirks.

"Wanna go somewhere?" He asks us.

"Nope," Nick responds.

"Yeah, I just wanna sit here and relax," I say, throwing my single slice box into the trash and walking toward the couch.

"What is it, nap time?" Chris asks, sarcastically.

"Yup," I say, laying down my head on a pillow and covering myself with a blanket.

"I'm down," Chris responds, leaping over the back of the couch and laying next to me. "Chris." I say, seriously, yet giggling a little under my breath.

Nick sits down on a chair across the room and after a few minutes I drift off into deep sleep.

Carrie

I've made a fool of myself the past three days that I've been at this condo. I've acted like a main character to the hot guy in the door next door and tried to make my way closer to him. By doing what? Following him. The walls in this condo are hella thin. That's all I can say.

So.

I decide to move my condo to a different one. In the same development, but not next to them. Across the way. I'll still have them, but I can't hear them.

I walk down to the front desk with my suitcase and bags and sign the contract agreeing that I know own the deeds to the condo across the way. Rather than being in room number 457, I'm in room number 256.

Across the way.

I walk out of the front door of the building and walk forward into the building across the way's front doors. I walk to the front desk, pick up my keys, and walk into the elevator. I press the up button and step in.

A new chapter to my two page book so far. LA isn't all that everyone says it is. This is one of the most stressful experiences of my life and so far nothing has made it better than it has already been.

But what if there's someone who can?

And what if that someone is just across the way?

I don't even know his name and I already love him. I'm fucked in the head.

I shouldn't immediately jump to the gun and think that he loves me. 

I just gotta get to know him better.

Maybe then we can be friends.

Maybe then he'll get to love me. 

I slap my forehead as I walk into the condo.

I'm still fucked in the head.

Suddenly there's a knock on my door and I open it up to the super of the condo, tapping her foot impatiently.