Native Settlers (Wattys 2016)

Chapter 5

A/N look at that dope ass cover thank you so much Sharon you a real one!

"So Zayn you gay?" Sharon asked in disbelief.

The party ended up being busted for a bunch of highschool kids trying crash it and cops showed up and kids started to run for their life while I just comforted Zayn on the couch. I had nothing to worry about the cops just ID checked us and told us to leave.

Now it was the morning- or rather afternoon, and we were all sat in the living room talking it out with Zayn.

"I mean maybe that's why he felt the need to pick on pepe for being feminine, to mask his own insecurities." I said lifting my glasses up the bridge of my nose. Everyone just stared me down, "It does make a lot of sense. Like when I was in the closet about being bi any time a girl would hit on me I'd get super defensive and then later talk about with my friends." 

A/N @ Sharon I'm bi btw this the only way I could do it w/o being hella awkward but you my best friend so whateva. k continue

"Yeah that does make some sense but why here? Zayn the last I heard of you before you came here was that you were attending uni and were doing really well." Harry spoke up leaving us to wait for an answer from Zayn.

"Well, like." Zayn sighed and rubbed his temples, "Uni is kinda pointless when you have to support yourself with no help from anyone else financially."

"What's your plan now?" Sharon asked the question we were all thinking.

"I uh, don't know yet to be honest," oh no don't say it. "I was hoping to crash with Harry until I can find a place of my own or until mum let's me back home."

"Good luck finding a place here Portland is pricey right now." oh Sharon always the bearer of bad news.

"Oh."

"Um Keeza?"

"Yes pepe?"

"Since you are the landlord technically it's up to you on what we do with Zayn."

"Shit I don't know, you got rent money?" I asked in all seriousness. I just watched Zayn shake his head no. "Well, you better find a job." I just got scowled by Harry and Sharon.

"Keeza!" Sharon said in anger.

"What? I just said the truth," I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

"I can work," Zayn piped in.

"Ah sounds fantastic if anyone needs me I'll be in my room smoking if anyone wants to join me give me a holla." I got up from the worn out sofa the color of bright orange my favorite.

Once I got to my room I sat at the foot my bed and pulled out the small box underneath containing weed and to my nightstand my favorite Bong. I heard a knock on my door and Pepe stuck his head in slightly before his whole body appeared entering my room.

"Perfect timing the bowl is packed and I'll even let you take the first hit first." I gestured my bong towards harry who sat next to me on the bed.

"Out of Serena?" Serena was the name of my bong, my very first and a champion.

"Sure thing pepe, we deserve it." I said handing him my lighter covered in nail polish and Serena over.

"Keeza," He took them from my hands. "What are we going to do with Zayn?"

He took a small hit while I pondered over his question, pepe can't handle hurting his lungs and honestly can't take fat hits without having an asthma attack. It ain't easy being wheezy.

"Well, he's your friend." He passed over the bong and blew out the smoke. I took a hit while he spoke.

"Like, where would he sleep, where would he work? These are things he didn't think through and he just barges in here without much intel about why he wants to be here, does he think he can live off me like charity?" Harry turned to me expecting answers but I was too busy with Serena. 

I finished the hit and held it in for a few seconds then slowly breathed it out but pepe was not in a patient mood and slapped my back making me blow it all out abruptly.

"Hey! Not cool pepe, what's wrong with you?" I handed him the bong smiling out at his frustration with me.

"Keeza I need help."

"Stop stressing so much take a couple hits and we can figure it out when we're high, our best ideas do come to us usually when smoking so relax a bit and we can figure it out together okay?" Harry just nodded a bit and I witnessed history unfold right in front of my eyes, well technically my glasses but that's beside the point. Harry took the fattest hit I had ever seen him take.

I stared at him in disbeleif as he exhaled and started coughing his lungs. I slowly clapped and he just shook his head annoyed with me.

About an hour or so passed, or maybe twenty minutes but I couldn't tell for all I know maybe only five minutes passed and Harry and I laid on my bed listening to sad music all caught up in our feelings.

"Shit pepe, this shit got me missin exes I don't even have." I said and I heard his frog lookin' ass cackle next to me.

"So Zayn," He said in all seriousness.

"Yes Zayn," I said trying to imitate the same serious voice he had tried.

"Zayn."

"Yes."

"What are we going to do with him." He had asked but it sounded more like a statement rather than a question. "Keeza, you may not like this idea." I sat up and looked down at him with a frown on my face.

"I think it's time to clean out the garage." The look on my face looked horrified.

"But, we play beer pong in there." I said in a whisper as if anyone was going to hear us, well actually they might. Sharon can hear the daddy kink porn I watch and I usually wear my beats when I ever decide to.

"That's only a suggestion if he ends up not being able to go back home and Sharon's right, Portland is expensive he won't be able to live on his own."

"But-" I still had a look of horror plastered on my face. "He can live in Gresham or even Vancouver but the garage is strictly for beer pong."

"Keeza, I said it's a suggestion," I sighed.

"Where is Zayn anyway?" 

"I don't know, how long have we been in here anyways?" Harry asked but I just shrugged and got up from the bed and made my way to the kitchen and didn't see anyone in the living so they must have left.

I grabbed a cold beer in the fridge popped the tag open and sat on the counter looking at the door to the garage while taking a gulp of my drink.

After a moment of staring down the door Harry emerged from the hallway and sat at the small table for three a few feet away from the kitchen and living room.

"Fine." I said quietly, "Zayn can sleep there but I'm charging him for rent."

Pepe smiled at me, "I'm proud of you Keeza, putting behind your selfish needs for the benefit of another well done." 

"The ping pong table stays, and he can sleep on the air mattress."

"Better than the streets huh?" Harry suggested and I sighed and nodded. "How much are you charging him for rent?"

"The same as you guys." I said taking another gulp.

"Who's going to tell him?"

"You are pepe."

"Oh, lovely."