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"Um alright," Francesca murmurs. Still trying to decide the first question."How about your favorite color or colors."
"Black and white."-Rory
"Green."-Ryder
"Red."-Harlow
"Lavender."-Autumn
"Grey."-Gage
"Maroon."-Francesca
"Grey."-Archer
"Yellow."-Hayes
"Um okay, I vote Archer next," Francesca says while lifting her camera.
"Favorite food." I say quickly.
"Burger."-Gage
"Steak"-Hayes
"Apples."-Ryder
"Donuts."-Archer
"PICKLES," the girls all yell at us. We all looked at them like they've gone crazy. Suddenly a flash goes off. Twice. We all look over to see Francesca ,with her camera, staring at some pictures.
"What I have to I'm a photographer! It's what I do," She whines. Then there is a knock, on the door, at midnight. The guys and I yell at them to wait there while we go grab protection. Of course then there is Rory who gets up and opens the door.
"Teagan you know you have a key right?" She questions as a blonde girl with turquoise eyes with a dark ring around them walks in. She is thin, lean and tall. She's maybe five ten. Her blonde hair dyed blonde. Thinking she is one of those fake girls, I walk away.
"Rory my mom's getting worse. They say she only has four months. Sh-she doesn't want to see me." The voice is raspy so I know it isn't one of the other girls. I figure it's the new girl, Teagan.
I walk in to see them cleaning up her slit lip. Her black shorts clean but her white shirt is dirty and torn.
"Hey, can I help you guys with that?" I ask, being sincere.
"No we got it from here thanks though Katniss." She says while looking at me with pity."You guys can crash here tonight if you want. You males can either take one per room or take the living room. Your choice. I think Rory has some of her brothers clothes you guys can borrow to." She adds on quickly all in one breathe.
"I'll ask the guys what they want to do but is it cool if I crash in your room tonight?" I ask trying not to sound to eager.
"Yeah sure I really don't care. My room is the first on the right. Rory's is second on the right. I believe it's the third drawer in her dresser." She says while getting some coffee for Teagan.
Walking to the second room on the right I do notice how Rory her room is.
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