New Found Paradise

Chapter 3 - Out with the old and in with the new

*Cheyenne's POV*
We finally make it to our new apartment in Santa Monica. Where our new lives begin. It's an average sized apartment, 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and an open concept kitchen/dinning/living area. I'm still upset about leaving Landon, but I guess I'm not hiding it too well. "Hey look, I know you're upset about Landon, but you gotta get your mind off him." Hanna says. "But how?" I ask tears, flooding again. "I don't know yet but, let's unpack and we'll think about it late." She said. "Okay." I say looking down at my feet. We begin to unpack. I blast 7/11 by Beyoncé through my beats pill to have some fun while unpacking. But I guess it was a little too loud because our neighbours come knocking at our door. I don't bother going to get it because I'm too upset and don't feel like it, so Hanna gets it.

*Hanna's POV*
There's a knock at the door - an hour living here and the neighbours already hate us - but I don't care, Cheyenne needs this. She's going through a lot right now. I open the door to two boys, maybe a few years older than us, with big smiles. The one had a little bit of a beard starting, with brown eyes and hair, he had big muscles and lots of tattoos. The other boy had brown eyes and hair, not as big muscles or tattoos but a 'million dollar smile'. "You guys aren't partying without us right?" The 'big muscled' one spoke. "Uh...no... We're just unpacking. We're new here." I tried not to sound too scared. "We'll do you guys need some 'strong men' to help?" The other one said with a smirk. I giggled and let them in. "I'm Hanna by the way." I say shaking their hands "I'm Nate." The 'big muscled' one said. "And I'm Sammy." The other one said. "Nice to meet you." I said with a welcoming smile. "Oh and that's Cheyenne."

*Cheyenne's POV*
I look like a mess right now. I have pj shorts on with an old nirvana t-shirt and my hairs in a messy bun. Clearly I wasn't expecting visitors. "HANNA, WHO WAS IT?" I screamed from my room. I turn around to see Hanna, along with two older boys standing in the doorway of my room. I just stare at them for a minute with a 'what the fuck' look on my face. They both had brown eyes and hair, but one had big scary muscles and tattoos and the other one had an unforgettable smile. I'm standing here looking like a mess in front of two HOT, older boys. How bad can this day get? "This is Nate," Hanna says pointing to the tattooed boy, "and this is Sammy!" She said pointing to the other boy winking with a smile.
We both knew who they were. When I was about 14 years old I grew a huge love for Sammy Wilkinson, and here he is standing in front of me. I had to play it cool or this would take a huge tumble downhill.
"Hey, I'm Cheyenne." I say calmly smiling. I shook their hands, but when I touched Sammy's hand I felt something. Like a warm feeling. Not just in my hand but, in my heart. "They're here to help us unpack." Hanna says. "Okay." I reply.
I'm beginning to think this new life in Cali isn't so bad after all.