neighborly

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§erena

The three of us sat on the porch, talking about the move. It isn't so easy, moving from the beachside to the city, but it was time for a change, and change is good. It's good to start fresh.

"To be honest, I don't know how we were going to survive in Cape Cod, like with our careers and such," I told Alexius.

"We would've moved the music industry to us . . . duh," Corissa butts in.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the brunette that stands before me. "and how would we do that, miss genius?" I ask with a smile.

"See, first, we'd get someone good at singing out there," she starts, pointing at herself with a smile. "And a producer," she continued, pointing at me, making me blush.

"Oh?" Alexius says with a smile on her face.

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"Can we just take a moment and acknowledge the fact that three boys have already taken an interest in us on our first night here?" Alexuis remembered with a whipped smile.

"That guy Nate was so hot please help me," I giggled, lifting the wine glass towards my mouth.

"THEY WERE ALL SO HOT I DON'T CARE IF THE WORLD KNOWS I AM LEGIT TRYING TO CONTAIN MYSELF AND I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE HELL IM DOING AND SAYING," Corrisa gushed, making Alexius and I giggle.

"Well they live like three houses down so I'd shut up," Alexius recalled with a smile on her face. "Guess who will actually date someone hot," she seductively smirked, making Corrisa and I scream, though we knew it was a joke.

Alexius gave us a lopsided smile before taking a large sip of her wine.

"Que the hot guys," Corrisa nudged my left shoulder, and I left it up playfully, looking her in the eye.

"You have a problem, I'm telling you," I tell her, making her spit her wine out.

"On the rocks?" One of them asks in a fake British accent, making Alexius straighten up her posture and smile.

"Well, you'd have to come in and help us assemble the fridge," I tell Nate, lifting my knees to my chest, shifting in my spot.

"Of course, we all know I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, sitting down on the wooden porch.

"What do you mean 'wouldn't miss it?'" I asked, "I legitimately meant this moment," I confirmed to the brunette.

"Well, if you haven't noticed, we have lives. All in which involve sleep in the future." he tells me, "Tell you what, well come over tomorrow and help with your fridge, and you can help me with my life," he chuckles at his sentence.

"Deal," I shake his hand firmly.

A/N:

DONT KILL ME. this was supposed to be much longer (trust me when I say this,) but as I was editing, I realized it wa selfie fluff (as most of this seems) so I took it out and added some in.

have a good night!

xx Niki