Warzone

Chapter 4

I knocked on the heavy door lightly. I could hear laughter and some sort of video game where I was standing.

What was I doing?

I don't even know them that well and here I am standing at their door. I know Jay said to pop in but he was probably only trying to be nice to me. I couldn't stop thinking about him, his cheeky smile, his eyes, and his curly hair....

Suddenly the door opened and a tall, tanned guy stood in front of me. He looked like a Burberry model or something. He was looking at me intently, waiting for me to speak.

"Em, I'm your neighbour Keera, Jay said to pop by?" I manage to squeak out.

"Ah sure come in! I've been dying to meet ya! I'm Siva," he smiled.

"See you're Irish too, it'll be great having you around! Now we can talk about stuff they don't know about like Bosco."

"He still terrifies me to this day!" I laugh.

"Still can't believe someone robbed him though," he makes a frown and walks off leaving me standing there.

I look around the room, typical bachelor pad. Massive leather couches are turned towards the T.V, which is a whole lot bigger than mine. The others noticed that I've walked in; while Max and Nathan waved me, Jay just stared at me and smiled.

"Want a drink?" Siva asks me

"What do you have?"

"Em; we have beer, cider or water" he replies, his head shoved in the fridge.

"Cider's fine."

I'm definitely going to have a headache tomorrow now. It was only then that I noticed the house was covered in drawing, letters and postcards. Siva hands me the bottle and guides me over to the sofas where everyone else is sitting. Siva plonks himself next to Max which means there was only one space left. I squeeze myself between them.

A stranger on one side and Jay on the other.

"Hiya I'm Tom. You must be our new neighbour welcome to The Wanted crib!" He shouts, waving his arms around. I had to laugh at him.

"So the five of you's live here? Must be small."

"You have no idea." Nathan pipes up from a chair opposite me. "There is never a quiet moment in this house, especially if your room is next to Tom's."

"Oi! it's not that bad just because I get all the girls," Tom brushes off, "You want a tour?"

"Sure!" He grabs my hand before pulling me off the sofa.

"Okay, first up is the kitchen slash living room which I'm sure your place has too, sorry for the mess we're boys."

"No, that's just you." Max shouted over. Tom just throws him a filthy before continuing.

"This is our kitchen table, as you can see we had pasta for dinner," pointing at the dirty plates still on the table and counter.

.There was a sock and t-shirt on the table too. I always wondered how boys lived like this, I'm not a neat freak but I like things in some sort of order. It was only then that I noticed Tom still had my hand in a vice grip. I managed to wriggle it free. He didn't even notice before we wandered down the corridor.

"First stop is my room, best room in the house I say"

He opened the door and I looked in. It looked like a tornado of clothes came and trashed his room. There were dirty mugs and dishes on the floor too, I wasn't too surprised though. Tom seemed like the type of guy that was too busy doing something else then to worry about cleaning a room.