Tratie: Ever Enough (Book 1) AU

Dayum!

The "house" was 5 stories tall and at least 100 feet wide.

I parked my car in the garage where there was 4 other cars.

Maybe I have mansion-mates. I thought.
And when I unlocked the door, sure enough there were four other dudes on the couch playing video games.

They turned when they heard the noise, 2 of them putting down the remotes while the other 2 played without looking.

"Hi, you must be the new mansion-mate. I'm Percy or Perce if you want."

Said the dude with jet black hair and sea-green eyes that looked strangely familiar.

"Hi! I'm Leo or Valdez or Captain McShizzle if you want to. But if you're annoyed with me you can call me repair boy!"

Said the scrawny dude that looked like a latino elf that had too much caffeine,much like an old friend of mine.

"'Sup. I'm Jason or Jase if you want."

Said the blonde dude with glasses.

"I'm Frank."

The guy that had looked like a huge kaola bear with a buzzcut said.

My jaw dropped.

I'm house-sorry, mansion-mates with the hottest boyband in America?!

Me, living with One-Decision!

"I'm Travis Stoll."

I said in a daze.

"No way! The Travis Stoll from Highschool. The prankster?!"

So that's how I knew them. They were actually good friends of mine before they got the record label. I didn't know it was with Demigod Labels though.

My eyes widened when they nearly suffocated me with hugs.

I hugged them back weakly and whimpered,

"C-c-can't b-breath,"

The got off sheepishly and we bro-hugged.

"I didn't know you could sing!"

Percy and Leo said in unison.

"Stop that!"

"No, you stop!"

"Let's say the first thing that comes to mind!"

"Snock blobbles!"

"Darn it!"

As the two kept arguing in unison, I leaned in towards Jason and Frank without taking my eyes off the two and asked,

"Is this normal?"

"You have no idea,"

They said in unison and, either they didn't notice, told everyone this, or just didn't care.

Jason looked at me,

"Let me show you where you'll be staying,"

As we walked to the elevator-I know right?- he told me everything I needed to know.

Turns out, everyone has their own floor that was basically one huge room.

When we got in, he told me to say, "Top floor please,"

Apparently the elevator was voice activated.

When we got to my floor, my jaw dropped for what seemed like the 100th time today.

My room was decked out with everything you could think of,

A recording studio, king-sized bed, flat screen TV, refrigerator and fully stocked kitchen, walk in closet with every style and brand you could think of, floor to ceiling windows and tons of other things.

Jason laughed and told me that he'd leave me to my buisness.

I changed into some pj pants, took off my shirt, crashed on my bed and passed out.

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I'd like a place like that wouldn't you?