Crooked Neighbor, Crooked Heart

Four

<Zayn>

The girl finally manages to cover up and she storms passed me.  My new roomie pulls his shirt on and before shutting the door yells, "I'll call you later on babe!" He chuckles then says, "Or so she thinks."

Great, so this is who I'm going to be living with.

"Names Harry mate and by the sounds of it you're a fellow UK man?"

"Bradford man to be exact, you?"

"Holmes Chapel; came out here to go after a music career. What about yourself?"

"I'm in the art program, graphic design. I see you've got some nice ink going." A huge smile stretches across his face and he proceeds to give me an explanation of some of the work.

"Yours doesn't look too bad either."

We spend some time talking about our tattoos and eventually he asks me to sketch a design for him. Well he isn't as bad as I thought so I agree.

"Really?! Thanks mate it's going to be sick!  We can talk about this later though, let's get all of your shit set up yeah?"

He helps me hang up various band posters and some of my sketches. I can't help but notice how they complement the records decorating the wall on his side.

"Aye mate would ya look at that, guess we got a few things in common."

"We should be gettin' along just fine then."

He stands up and grins.  "Damn right. Ok I need to eat lets go to the cafe."

He heads out the door singing Respect (ya know r-e-s-p-e-c-t) at the top of his lungs and I follow behind him laughing. This might not be so bad after all.

<Ava>

"AAAAVAAAAAA!"

I groan as my roommate Jenna walks through the door of our room.

"Yes Jenna?" I pull out my earbuds and sit up to face her.

She is in high-waisted denim shorts with a vintage MTV muscle shirt tucked in.  A black beanie and red high tops complete her outfit and I can't help but smile.

"I'm absolutely starving can we please go to the cafe?"

"Ughh Jenna I'm tired and don't feel like interacting with people. Why didn't you go when you were out?"

"Because I was lonely and wanted a buddy.  Pretty please?" She whines and pouts and widens her blue eyes looking as puppy-like as possible.

"FINE. Let's go Fido." She giggles and grabs her backpack before bouncing out our door.

I roll my eyes and try to look annoyed as I grab my own bag and follow her, but I can't. How could anyone be in a bad mood around her?

We walk (well I walk, she skips) into the large cafeteria when who do I see? None other than the newbie.

He sports a pair of dark skinny jeans (yeah I know right, skinny jeans) and a Nirvana band t-shirt; the same thing he was wearing earlier.  He is with a curly haired boy who wears similar pants (his a good deal tighter) and a white v neck. They lo-

"Hellloooooo earth to Ava, food remember?  What has you so distracted anyway?" She follows my gaze to the pair. "Ooh that makes sense."

"Don't get any ideas missy.  I just gave the dark haired one a tour earlier." 

"Oh a tour huh?"  She giggles, "What exactly were you showing him?" She waggles her eyes suggestively.

"Jenna!"

"Hey i wouldn't blame you girl."  I cross my arms and give her a look that says you're joking right.

She rolls her eyes dramatically, "I know I know you're independent and don't need a guy holding you back as you work on your art but consider my needs!"

I raise my eyebrows skeptically. "Needs Jenna? Really?"

She shrugs. "Will you just introduce me to his friend? Pleeaase he has such beautiful hair that it is almost as pretty as yours."

I roll my eyes (again) and smile a little. "Please Ava please please please? I won't ask for anything ever again!"

"Why do I nt believe that at all?  But fine just stop whining."  I throw my hands up in defeat.  She is the only person I can't bring myself to say no to, not after what she's been through.

She squeals and hugs me as I stand there awkwardly. I'm not big into PDA no matter who it is between.

I begin to mentally prepare myself whilst trying to free myself from her grasp.  She's pretty strong for being so small.  I turn around to face the general direction of where Zayn and his buddy were and panic.

They are walking over.

FUCK.