Odd Living

Three

We pull into the driveway. This is a nice place, I think to myself.

"Well... uhh... here we are," Ian says. "Let me get your bags. GEORGE GET OUT HERE" He yells towards the house. "Help me with her bags." He says with force.

This dude comes out of the house slowly, looking high or something. I believe this is George. He won't stop looking at me.

"Can I help you?" I ask with plenty of sass. He holds up his hands in surrender before going to the car to help Ian.

Max rushed out of the house and wraps his arms around me, squeezing tightly. Not letting go for quite some time. I missed him so much. I haven't seen him in four years, I have spoken with him since he moved to New York, like everyday, but he never came to visit me.

"Oh my God, Mack, you look great! I feel a lot better knowing you're safe here with me and the boys," Max finally says.

"Max, I missed you. Thank you for doing this. I love you," I say, still in his arms.

"Let me formally introduce you to those fags. Boys, get your asses over here." Max said, releasing me. "Ian, Mackenzie. Mackenzie, Ian. George, Mackenzie. Mackenzie, George."

"Uhh, hi," I don't know what to say to them.

"I'm Ian. You already know that," he says kindly.

"George," the man says, saluting. I don't know how I feel about him yet.

Max leads me inside the house, it's quite huge. He shows me around the house. Kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, basement, attic, and yard. Max's room is across from George's and next to my room. Ian's room is across from my room and next to George's.

The bedroom was fully furnished. It had a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a nightstand. I started to put my things away where they fit best. Ian knocked on my door, startling me.

"Hey, uhh, need some help," he asks, pushing up his glasses.

"Yeah, actually. Thanks," I motion him in.

"No problemo. Sorry about making you think of your boyfr... I mean ex. I was just wondering on the sudden move to N.Y.C" I could tell he regretted coming in my room.

"It's no biggie. I just didn't know too many people in Australia and Max has always been looking out for me. What is up with George?" I ask, hoping to find out what his deal is.

"There is nothing clinically wrong with him. He just is in one of his little worlds." What does that mean?

Ian helped me re-arrange the furniture in my room and put everything away. He told me the story of how they became good friends. He gave me a better tour of the house than Max did. He even made dinner for us, forgetting about George and Max.

As soon as Max and George ate, we all went into the living room to watch a movie. We watched Chef because "it's the best movie out there." Ian told me that it was "just a meme." It's not even that good of a movie. I don't understand how three people can waste this much time on a shitty movie.

After the movie was over, I decided it was time for sleep because I'm not used to this time zone. I get to my room, shut the door, and start to change when George walks in. I already had my shirt off when he had opened the door, "What the fuck dude!" I yell. "Not cool!"

"I thought you would have already been changed, my bad. I just wanted to say goodnight," he says, STILL standing there looking at me.

"Thanks. You can leave now," I say, trying to cover myself up, blushing. As soon as he left, I finished getting dressed as quick as I can before I had any more unwanted guests. I opened the door enough to yell goodnight to whomever was listening.

I lay in bed, checking a few of my social medias for thirty minutes. Then I drifted off.
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For some reason I dreamt of Brandon. I dreamt that he found out that I was living in New York and that he came here and found me. He demanded that I went back to Oz with him. I kept refusing so he kidnapped me. He wouldn't let me go. He forced me to do so many things I didn't want to do.
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When I woke up someone was at the foot of my bed, just watching. I immediately threw the first thing I could find at them. I heard an "ow" coming from the shadow. It was Max, I could tell.

"Max, don't scare me like that. Why are you in here?" I ask.

"I heard you screaming something about leaving you alone. Was it a nightmare?"

"Yeah. It was about Brandon. He found me here and he kidnapped me bringing me back to Australia. What if he finds me, Max?" I ask, terrified.

"He won't dare coming here. You have three macho men here to protect you." Max says with a humorous tone.

"Haha. Very funny. Last time I checked, three sticks can't even be slightly intimidating," I retort sarcastically.

"Mack, he really won't dare coming here. I promise he won't get you. You are safe with me, George, and Ian." He kisses me on the forehead, "Sleep tight, Big Mack"