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You groan getting into the elevator. You were just so damn tired it wasn't even funny. 'ding' the elevator goes off, you step onto your floor. Looking down at your keys engraved in them was your room number '356' you smile. A bit of Excitment was in your head. As you walk slowly, and tiredly down the hall with four bags. You make it to your room, of course just your luck your keys drop 'Ching'. You sigh. As you bend down to grab your keys the bag wrapped around your back falls, a loud crash is heard, you quickly grab your keys and attempt both grabbing your bag and opening the door.
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Before you could get any of that done, it seemed your neighbors heard, but it was like 1 AM. You thought everyone was asleep, you hoped you didn't wake them. You didn't want the first people you meet in LA to hate you.
The kid that stuck his head out had on a pink hat, is eyes were puffy and you have a split second realization that the smell lingering off of him was weed, and you figure. He's high. So you gulp "I'm sorry did I wake you?".
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The kid in the pink hat steps all the way out into the hallway "no its cool, let me help you with that" he said in an actual really cool chill voice. You perk up and smile "thank you", you nod. And open the door and direct him where to set the bag. He fixes his hat on his head "hey its no problem." He starts to head out the door but stops "My names dom, I'm your next door neighbor. If you smell weed it's not me" he chuckles. You end up chuckling aswell "The names (Y/N), and I'm pretty sure you're high right now" you Smile, and walking with him out. As he walks down the hallway "Well (Y/N) I'll probably see you soon, most likely" you smiled and close the door behind you.
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You think 'what does he mean by 'I'll probably see you soon?'. You shrugged and didn't bother unpacking you just grabbed out some pajamas took a shower and fell asleep shortly after, all through the night you heard yelling, But you couldn't be bothered to go ask Dom what he was yelling at. But you had no clue how many people were over.

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