f*ck it • joji miller

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So basically my old childhood friend Ethan asked me to move to New York.

I guess that's how I should start. I won't tell you about my ex boyfriend who I caught cheating with my best friend, or my boring ass boss who refused to give me a raise.

Anyways, where was I. Oh, right. New York.

"Octavia!" Ethan exclaimed, embracing me in a warm hug. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I missed you," I mumbled into his shoulder, releasing him.

Ethan grinned at me and gestured towards two other people standing awkwardly by us. I offered a small wave to them.

Before I could get a word out, one of the two people, a woman with tan skin and dark hair, gave me a tight hug. "You must be Octavia, I'm Hila." She stated rather monotonously. I smiled and nodded. This must be Ethan's wife.

I then turned to the other person waiting for me. And damn, he was a sight.

Not in a bad way, though. He had light skin and messy black hair. He was wearing a hoodie, dark jeans, and a pair of red Vans. The man locked his phone and looked up at me. Then, he smirked. "You're Bellamy's little sister, yeah?" He asked. Again, I replied with a nod and a friendly smile.

I bite my lip and shook his hand slowly, looking at his hair. He took his time to get a better look at me, but when he knew that I knew he was staring, he let go of my hand and took my suitcase from me. "I'll take this." He muttered, starting to walk away.

He didn't even bother to tell me his name. Oh well, I guess I will find out soon enough.

The ride home from the airport was pretty quiet. I thought of how it would be like living with three other people. I was soon to find out. Ethan was kind enough to offer me the spare room as long as paid my share of the rent and did the dishes on Thursday nights. It was a pretty good deal, if you ask me.

Ethan was driving, Hila was in the front seat switching the music every so often, and No-Name and I were in the back seat, on our phones. At one point I became car sick, so I decided to look out my window at the sea of cars around us. Everything was silent, until No-Name took off his ear buds.

"So, is this your first time in New York, Octavia?" He asked, looking at me.

"It is actually." I reply, watching him dig through the pockets of his jeans. No-Name pulled out a pink lighter and a cigarette, then rolled his window down. Before he lit it, he turned to face me again. "Is it okay if I smoke?"

At some point during the car ride to the apartment, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, No-Name was carrying me up the concrete steps to the apartment door. Ethan unlocked it and Hela took my suitcase inside. God, I guess I was more tired than I thought I was.

Tugging on the hood of his sweatshirt, I mumbled, "No-Name, can you put me down?" This guy smiles down at me and places me on my feet. "It's George. Or Joji, whichever you prefer." He finally told me.

"I'm going to bed. Where is my room?" I asked him, pulling my suitcase to my legs.

"Right this way, Babe." Joji led me to my bedroom and helped me unpack my toothbrush and other necessities. After that was completed, he stated, "The bathroom is right down the hall. And, if you need anything, I'm right next door."

"Thank you, Joji." I said, ready to sleep for an eternity.