Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter eight

As I start to make the messy, spare bed in the extra bedroom, I've decided that I'm now actually glad Ashton and I decided to buy a double roomed dorm, instead of just the one.

The biggest bedroom is ours. This one is a bit smaller. We call it the guest bedroom.

I suppose, now it will soon be took over by one of those Collins brothers.

I then trudge out of the room, to find Sam and Dean both enter the apartment with one duffle bag under each of their arms. Dean closes the door behind him with one hand.

"So, the bathroom's over there, kitchen, and...yeah." I say, nodding towards each of the areas I mention. "One of you can take this bedroom." I point my thumb over my shoulder towards the spare bedroom I had just came out of. "And the other gets the couch. Unless...you two share a bed..."

"No!" They both say at the same time. Their faces grimacing, making me bite my lip to stifle a giggle.

"Ok, then go ahead." I spread my arms out, then walk off to the direction of the living room, where I am now deciding to just chill for the rest of the night, and not have to worry about studying, just let the boys settle in, I guess.

Yeah, my college life is sadly really boring. Everyone else at Yale is partying almost every weekend, and having the time of their lives, while I decide to just chill with Ashton alone, and have movie marathons.

Not that I don't mind at all. I love every minute of us doing that kind of stuff together.

My life basically consists of watching Netflix, working at the diner, occasionally studying, eating, reading, and starting to master the art of the messy bun, since I don't always feel like straightening, or doing my hair nice.

I still can't actually believe Ashton is with me. Considering someone as good looking, and amazing as him could get any girl he wants by just cracking his beautiful, white smile at them, but he chose dull, old me. Thinking of that always warms my heart, and makes me feel less uglier.

Thinking of Ashton not here, not with me, not causing me to laugh at his corny jokes and riddles, makes me feel a deep sadness inside my chest, resulting in me sighing. I really do miss him. Even though it hasn't been to long without him here.

Both guys glance at each other, as I hop onto the couch, but quickly turn my body backwards, to face them, interested to see how they will both co-operate with this situation.

Dean bolts forward, straight in the direction of the bedroom, but Sam grabs ahold onto the back of his shirt, making him slow down.

"Hey, hey. Dean!!"

Dean then stops trying to resist Sam, and turns around with a frown.

"You always get the better options and stuff. For everything we do!" Sam says with strong attitude.

Dean shrugs, but doesn't bother to protest.

"So?"

"So. We're settling this the old fashioned way."

Sam puts his left hand out, into a platform position, his palm facing up, the other hand smacks down onto it sideways, scrunched up in a fist.

Rock, paper, scissors.

"You've got to be kidding me." Dean rolls his eyes, and scoffs.