The Lost Boy and the Starseed ✓ (tronnor)

3.

Kayla rotated the doorknob and the white door opened with a shriek. The smell of white paint filled my nostrils. We walked into our new apartment in the city of dreams, the wooden floor was perfectly clean and no wrong paint line was to be spotted on the wall. We walked through the hall and opened the door to the living room. 

'Holy cow' I uttered when I saw the huge living room in front of me. Whereas most students live in a 10 square dorm room with 3 people, me and Kayla lived in a 400 square apartment, just the two of us. I dropped my bags and ran towards the big red fluffy couch in front of the fireplace and jumped on tt. I landed on a cloud of fluffy pillows, like a soft heaven. It felt great, I was still tired from the planetrip, and just life actually. I rested for a bit, just stuffing my head in the big, white, fluffy, heart-shaped pillow.

 Kayla jumped on top of me. 'OUCH' I screamed, feeling like my back had cracked. Kayla giggled, 

'Come on Troyboy, we got to get settled.' She got off me and pulled me off the couch. 

I fell on the floor and groaned. 'coming..' I said. I grabbed my bags and walked up the stairs in the back of our living room, they led to the second floor. There were three rooms, all which contained Swarovski ornaments and chandeliers. There were 2 bedrooms, and one bathroom. Kayla had already claimed the room with the walk-in closet. I claimed the one with the best lighting/view. That would be beneficial for my youtube videos. My room had 3 walls, and a facade that gave a nice panorama view over the city, I could see the Hollywood sign. I unpacked my bags and stuffed my closet. 

When I was busy arranging my desk, Kayla stormed in; 'Troye, there's a huge Starbucks down the corner and I need caffeine.' She stated and she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, down the stairs and out the door. I didn't even get the chance to change, so I was still in my dirty plane clothing, not to mention overdressed for the LA weather in June. 

 We walked into Starbucks, it smelt like coffee beans and pie; like all Starbucks. We joined the line to order. I personally think that Starbucks does taxes better than coffee, I never quite understood the hype. Kayla poked me in my flank, 'Look' she said and she pointed at a sign in front of the counter that said they were looking for new employees. I frowned and looked at her weirdly.

 ' You're still looking for a job right?' She inquired. 

I nodded, 'Yeah, but I've read the Barista stories from here and no thank you' I stated. Kayla shrugged, it was her turn to order anyway. She ordered a smore frappucino and a brownie, I ordered a piece of chocolate pie, I wasn't thirsty. The man behind us, whereas, was. After he had ordered he pat me on my shoulder. I turned around. 

'Uhm, sorry to bother you, but I accidentally overheard your conversation..' he stated. When I didn't respond he continued: 'and I'm sorry to be rude but are you looking for a job?' he asked. 

My forehead creased. I could never react normal in situations like this; instead of assimilating myself to them, my brain cells would just start yelling until the other person got that I was confused. When the man, with the fairly remarkable green eyes, didn't get it after a while I knew I had to say something. The yelling cells in my brain calmed down a bit. 

'Why?' I eventually uttered. 

'Well, I am the owner of the local swimming pool a few blocks from here and I so happen to need a new lifeguard, and hearing your accent you're from Australia.. so I figured..' 

'He'd be happy to do it' Kayla stepped in.

'What?' I said in an impulse. I was still confused. Kayla poked me in my flank, she knew I could never decide about things that fast but in this case I needed to; or else the job would be given to someone else. I knew I needed to trust her on this one. I nodded slowly, seeing the opportunity that this could be. Most people have trouble finding jobs and this one was just given to me. 

I came to my senses; 'Yeah, of course' I said with big eyes.

 'Ah, great. I would like to see you tomorrow... uhmm?'

 'Troye' I said, stretching my hand out to him. The man shook it politely. 'Peter, Peter Franta' he introduced himself. ' I'll swing by at 3' I said with a smile on my face.

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