Meant To Be

Chapter 3- Who are you?

You were sleeping peacefully when you suddenly felt pressure on your legs and feet like someone was sitting on you. Probably Flea or Anthony trying to be funny. You groaned. "Ugh get off me" you whined. That's when you opened your eyes and saw a man you had never seen before causing you to jump back and pull your feet out from under him. "Who the fuck are you and why did you sit on me?" You spat. The man was scrawny and had scraggly bleached hair. He turned his face to look at you he was surprisingly handsome. A cheeky smile spread across his face. "Who the fuck am I? I live here who are you some chick Anthony fucked or something there's the door." He said gesturing towards the front door. "What's your problem you sat right on me and I think I have a right to know who you are!" You snapped back. The man opened his mouth but before he could answer Anthony came into the room. "Hey knock it off you two what's going on.?" "WHATS GOING ON ANTHONY THIS RANDOM GUY SAT ON ME!" You yelled. "RANDOM GUY IM THE FUCKING GUITARIST IN ANTHONYS BAND!" The man yelled back. Ohhh.. well now you felt dumb. "Yeah Um y/n this is John our guitarist and John this is a friend of mine from high school and she's not some chick she's like a sister and she's crashing with us." Anthony said. Anthony then left the room. You and John sat in silence as he flipped through channels on the tv screen. You had a wicked headache and you felt disgusting. "I think I'm gonna go shower." You said getting you from the couch. John just nodded not even taking his eyes off the tv screen. You walked into the bathroom and saw yourself in the mirror boy did you look rough. Mascara stained your cheeks your eyes were red around the rim and your hair was a birds nest. " I look like I was hit by a bus." You muttered to yourself. And then undressed and began taking the most glorious shower of your life.