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ch. 3

i finally entered the black wooden doors to my apartment,  the smell of vanilla and cinnamon filling the air. i smiled, knowing i was home. taking a glimpse of the living room before heading to the kitchen i saw my roommate, nicole, taking a nap on the couch. i giggled at the fact that she surrogated a blanket for a couch cushion. i grabbed the nearest blanket which was on the ground and draped it over her body.

on the marble island, i saw some leftovers of panda express. i grabbed the box and took a nice cold water bottle from the fridge and walked to my room. i set my bag down on my computer chair and took my textbooks out. while doing so i put one direction's made in the am on. i plopped a piece of orange chicken into my mouth, bobbing my head to the song, never enough. i continued writing an eight paged essay for my journalism class.

a few songs, orange chicken, and pages later, nicole walked into my room. she was wrapped in the blanket i gave her, her makeup smudged and her work clothes still on. she literally hissed at me, and flipped me off then grabbed her box of leftovers from my hands and walked out of my room.

 from the living room i hear her shout, "buy your own fucking food!" i just laughed and turned the music up  louder.

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after finishing everything that was needed to be done, i took my clothes and replaced them with a big t-shirt and some cookie monster pajama shorts. i looked at my watch, which i wore on my ankle. 3:49.

i picked up my phone and headed to the living room, where nicole was, on her phone with reruns of the hit sitcom, friends playing on the television. 

"hey nutcracker," i smiled at her, plopping next to her. i rested my head on her shoulder and turned my phone on.

"hi, rat."

"it's rora, dumbass" i giggled.

"and it's nikki, but i guess we never learn. huh?"

"i guess so." i sighed, looking up at her.

"you still have your fan account?" she shockingly asked.

"you didn't know?"

she laughed, "no i didn't know."

"oh! well, now you dooo."

"well, how many followers do you even have?" she asked, looking at my phone screen. "holy shit, one hundred and eighty-six thousand!?"

"that's what happens when you've had a fan account for six years," i smirked. "what about you?"

"haven't checked, i haven't been on it since senior year of high school."

i nodded. suddenly remembering the day i met nicole, online. "hey, remember when we met? we both assumed we'd marry niall."

she threw her head back, while laughing. "sister wives for days, man."

"i think you mean, 'those were the days, man.'"?

"true. anyway, you have a notification."

i looked at my phone and saw the notification: choncefounder followed you

"hey, he's a guy." nicole winked, and elbowed my side.
"he's probably twelve." i said, as i rolled my eyes.

"you never know, follow him!"

"why? what's the big deal?"

"c'mon, he's just starting out! look, he only has a thousand followers. that's so small compared to you," she pouted. "help him out, bean."

i groaned, "fine."

you are now following @choncefounder

"you should dm him," nicole winked.

"what the hell is wrong with your eye? why do you keep winking?"

"well i'm looking at something i'm highly allergic to."

"ha ha, very funny."

i flicked her forehead then cuddled into her. minutes later, we were both fast asleep on the couch.