Meeting Reunion (Chapter 4)

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Annalee's POV

After paying and twenty minutes later, the three of us arrived at Preston's apartment complex. I still wasn't sure who else was here that Rob was eager to see, but then again, I don't know much of his friends. I only edit his videos.

The elevator dinged and I felt my nerves start to spark to life. The three of us got off the elevator and Preston led the way to wherever his apartment is in this building. The hallway was relatively quiet other than the sounds of our footsteps and our suitcases rolling.

My upper body tensed as the brunet used his keys to unlock the door. I suddenly felt panicked about the people that were already here. Preston held the door open for the both of us. "Ladies first." He said, smiling. I sucked in a deep breath as I squared my shoulders.

"It's okay. I'll be fine. Just act taller and brave. Remember all those years of marching band." I thought, taking a step forward before another and another. I held my head high and with pride; this was my automatic response to situations like this.

Not even a few seconds later, a blonde suddenly jumped into my vision from around a corner and I let out a yelp, breaking my prideful look and landing me a friend with the cold floor.

"Wait, you're not Preston." The baby blue eyed blonde says, confused. I would have been angry if I wasn't so full of anxiety.

"Obviously." I mutter, trying to get off the floor without having to use my hands.

"Annie, are you alright?!" Rob exclaims, appearing by my side suddenly. "I'm fine. Although, I'll have a few bruises later." I say quietly.

"Lachlan!" The dark golden brown-haired male scolded the dark golden blonde. "What? I seriously thought she was you!" The blonde, now known as Lachlan, defends himself. That's when I notice his accent. It's Australian.

"Is the Flower Princess alright?" Rob teases, helping me up. I glare up at him but the glinting look of playfulness never leaves his hazel eyes that match my own. "Just because one of your nicknames is Flower King doesn't mean I'm your Flower Princess." I clarified, brushing my hoodie off.

At this, Rob rolled his eyes. "Yes it does, you're my little sister. I can call you whatever I want!" He countered, chuckling. "Are you two done bantering yet?" Lachlan interrupted.

"Yes. Lachlan, meet Annalee; my little sister." Rob starting. Lachlan shot me a smile. "Nice to meet you, Anna." My arm twitched. "Annalee." I corrected, narrowing my eyes.

"Lachy~!" A female's voice yelled before someone jumped on the blonde; gaining an audible 'oof' of protest.

"Kayla!" A male's voice yelled as a light ash brown-haired entered the living room, where the four, now six, of us where.

"Oops." The girl says, smirking slightly and jumped off Lachlan's back before running off. "Such strange characters..." I whispered, rubbing my arm.

The brunet sighed and run a hand through his short, spiked up hair. "You'll have to forgive her. She's hyper." He apologizes. Then he notices my brother and I. "Oh hey Rob! Wait, is this Annie?! Oh my god, you've gotten so tall and you've dyed your hair!" The brunet exclaims, grinning.

It takes me a moment before I realize that this is Mitch, High Cheekbones Mitch. "Wait, Mitch? Seriously?! Oh my gosh, no you've gotten so tall!" I exclaim, feeling a wave of relief wash over me because I finally know someone in this apartment.

"I haven't seen you in years! Not since your parents moved from Montreal to New Jersey!" I exclaim, clasping my hands together excitedly.

Mitch's smile gets a bit smaller. "It's been that long, huh? Who would have thought?" He chuckles. "Wait? You know Mitch?" Preston asks, confused. I nod. "Grew up with this butthead." I say, before getting confused myself.

"Then who's Kayla?" I ask Mitch and he laughs nervously.

"Well, you never met her. She's a little younger than you, by a year or two at least. Mom and dad were always out with her when you came over. Guess it slipped my mind to tell you." Mitch explains. I nod.

"Okay, let's try and figure out where everyone will be now!" Preston exclaims, trying to get started on sleep arrangements. "Oh goodness, this might get extremely awkward."

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