"See this, what if I put two roses - a white one and a red one, and you only have a single vase that fits for only one? Look at it as the same scenario and you'll see the assumption I make. One will become beautifully raised, wonderfully be vibrant...
Right when I go back into the room, feeling the miss of my blazing cold shower, I decided that maybe I should go for going down the stairs. And now I can tell that maybe it isn't really bad after all. If Shawn wanted to talk to me then it's fine, it's not like we're together to be nagging about things he doesn't want to do. I wanted to focus on making myself productive, it doesn't really matter whom I wanted to talk to and I am obliged to make some friends inside a month. Girls specifically.
I am somehow blithe, but I know you're worrying about this Blaire girl, you no worry 'cause I'm guaranteed Nash won't really entertain them. I don't know, a weird feeling is curling in the pit of my stomach. Something tells me something big is going to happen in this night.
I really want to jeer Cameron for being the fifty shades he is. Playing with players is amusing.
I grab my phone this time from the nightstand, almost tripping on my own feet by the fallen hairbrush I am looking for three minutes ago. I mentally face-palm myself, I am not my own self this morning.
I do my work, and as I am looking at my outfit for today in the glance of the mirror, a black lacy bralet top, fringe shorts, and a camel cardigan with a flat leather sandals. Not bad, I guess. I do my natural look, just neutral shadow, thick coat of mascara that will make my eyes pop and a nude lipstick. But hey, I'm not going out.
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I trace myself downstairs, and make sure to check if I fixed my bed before exiting the door. There I meet another guy, I'm assuming is another Nash friend, with a red bandana placed on his head, and a rather hipster tank top he's wearing. I admit though, he's good looking too. Why all of Nash's friends are all fucking attractive? Is it really required for viners to have a fine face or a fine smile or a toned body? Oh gosh, probably I shouldn't blame all the teenagers gawking over them. They are indeed true. Where are all of this guys coming from?
He is apparently sitting on the counter, with a bowl of I'm assuming is mac n' cheese. He seems to notice my presence because he stands up and eyes me up and down. That really bothered me so I hid my face by turning around and look for Nash. He's a little coy just by looking.
The other guy, coming out of the bathroom, looks like a little duplicate of Justin Bieber wearing a striped shirt and a pair of chinos. Once he saw the other guy staring at me, I turn my head and see that he just smack his head loud. I quirk my brow and slack-jawed, impressed on how they make fun of each other.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about Taylor. He just can't keep his pervert eye on himself, and I saw that it bothered you so he really deserves that smack. I'm Matthew by the way. And you look great." I smile, and shake his extended hand.
"Thank you and that's okay, I'm Avery. I'm not really used to it but don't mind it. Are you two Nash's friends?" I ask with a gleam.
"Yeah. And I can reckon you're his cousin? Damn." I laughed at his coyness, they're really fun.
