"Lo, play some music. And none of your depressing crap." Raelynn ordered.
"Sure." I grabbed my speaker and connected it to my phone and connected it to my speaker. I skipped over my playlist and went to the hit pop songs playlist. Pillowtalk by Zayn began to blare from the speaker.
"Ugh, I hate this song. Give me your phone." Rae held out her hand, she clicked the home button after I handed her my phone, "who are they?"
"Who's who?"
"The boys on your lockscreen."
"Oh, that's Troye Sivan and that's Tyde Levi."
"Relations?"
"They're brothers."
"No, how are they related to you?"
"Just some friends of mine." I lied.
"What's your passcode?" Rae asked.
"Zero, two, one, five."
Rae unlocked my phone and began to play a song I'd never heard. She continued to stare at my phone, my heart beat fast and my face red as I waited for her to hand my phone back. I didn't want to find out what she could get to on my phone. "Who's this?" She showed my phone screen to me, it had a text from an unknown number that read: 'Hi Alexis, is this your new phone number? The writing on my hand got all smudged.'
"I don't know." I snatched my phone from her hand and shoved it into my back pocket.
"Aren't you gonna reply?"
"I'll deal with it later."
"Hey guys! I got some drinks and some hummus and chips!"
"Thanks, Dillon." I squeezed his arm lightly.
"No problem, how's it going out here?"
"Utterly uneventful." Rae said as she loomed dangerously close to the edge of the roof.
"Oh please, don't be so bitter. I'm sure something's happened."
"No, she's right. It's dead down there." I noted, "I'll be right back." I smiled and headed downstairs to the apartment. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and re-read the text from the stranger.
'Sorry to disappoint, this isn't your Alexis.' I responded and started to the kitchen. I got a response within seconds.
'Oh, sorry to disturb you.' The person wrote back.
'It's fine, it's 9:41 on a Sunday night. Not like I have anything else to do'
'Well then, person. As you put it its not like we have anything else to do, how are ya?'
'Neutral, not bad but not amazing, how are you?'
'im actually pretty good, my brother just got home yesterday and will be here for a while before he leaves again for america.'
Oh so they aren't from anywhere near here, I thought. 'Where are you from?'
'australia, you?'
'Los Angeles, and your name?'
'Tyde, yours?'
Could it really be him? While it was doubtful, my heart still filled with excitement. 'Logan, my friends just call me Lo.'
'Tell me about yourself, Logan."
'Well, I live in an apartment with my two best friends, Dillon and Rae. Rae's a bitch but so am I so I guess it doesn't matter. Dillon is sweet and innocent and his girlfriend is great. My parents split when I was young and lived with my aunt and uncle for a while in Ohio but I told them I wanted to move to LA when I was 15 and I'm here now one year later. Yeah, my parents split and I haven't seen either of them since I was 4 but it's not like I'm depressed or anything, what about you Tyde?'
Raelynn walked in just as I hit send, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Well get your ass back up there, I'll let you play your shitty music." Rae never usually cussed a lot but when she had alcohol in her body she cussed like a sailor.
"Thank you, Rae!" I smiled sarcastically and skipped back upstairs. I went to my music app and clicked shuffle on my playlist. Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan played loudly from the speaker and I grabbed a bottle of cream soda from the table. Dillon came up behind me and hugged me sweetly, "Wanna dance?" He whispered in my ear as he buried his face in the space between my neck and shoulder.
"I would love to." I smiled sweetly as I turned rested my head on Dillon's chest.
"Ugh, you two disgust me." I heard from Rae. I chuckled and ran my fingers through the back of Dillon's hair.
"I love you." Dillon spoke softly.
"I love you too." I replied as I connected my lips with Dillon's.
"Gross!" Rae shouted. I smiled into the kiss and gave Dillon a meaningful look before I left to sit next to Rae at the edge of the roof.
