House Of Boys ✔ (PAUSED)

Moving day ✔ {1}

{Adrian}

"Get up, Adri!" My best friend, Ever, screeched, opening the long, white curtains that shielded my face from reality. "It's moving day for you! All your bags are in the car, so get dressed!"

She jabbered on about a bunch of other stuff that I didn't hear/understand because truth be told I wasn't even listening anymore. Ever always rambles when she's exited, which I've learned over the past 18 years we've known each other. I've learned most of it isn't even about the topic - it's about her being so happy for whoever the fuck she's talking about.

"Ugh," I groan. "I'm up! Close the curtains, they're too happy."

"No, dumbo!" she giggles, plopping herself onto the foot of my bed, all over my clothes, too. "Get dressed and get in the car!"

Why is she always happy? Is the world that exiting and bright for you? Damn.

Then, literally out if nowhere, she flicks cold water on my face, making me swing my arm to hit her, missing of course.

"What the hell, Ever!?" I shriek. "I told you I was up!"

"Just making sure." she smiles, nudging my foot.

She leaves the room and I sit up, rubbing my tired eyes. I wiped the water off of my face with my blanket, looking around my room to make sure she's gone.

You're lucky I love you.

I look for my clothes, completely ignoring the fact that I need to hurry because I woke up late.

As I'm looking around, my phone goes off. Not that cute alarm that plays your favorite song to wake you up. The alarm that won't shut up because you're best friend hid your phone somewhere in your room and for the life of you can't figure out where it's hidden.

You sneaky little devil.

I jolted up, bolting from one place to another, and when I finally find it, my heart is beating so fast and I'm so out if breath I can't even manage to press snooze.

Once I catch my breath (after almost 10 minutes), I press snooze and gather my clothes to put on.

I picked out a pastel tye dye t-shirt that says vans off the wall on it, the sleeves rolled up halfway, washed out high wasted shorts with little strands hanging from the bottom, no-show black socks, a tye dye lokai bracelet, and my dirty 2 year old white converse.

I tuck my shirt into my shorts, leaving it hanging loose, put my socks and shoes on, and tie my hair up into a messy bun. Did I mention it took me 20 minutes to perfect my bun, even though its supposed to be messy?

I take a look in the mirror. Something smells weird. I take a whiff of my breath and realize it's me. I run into the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. No need for makeup today, takes too long.

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I take a look at my new place. A light brown apartment building with about 14 floors. I get the 12th floor. Ever and I bring my stuff into my apartment, realizing all but one room is taken, and that's the biggest room. Well don't I feel special.

I smirk and walk into the room, being greeted by a shirtless tan boy with brown hair and blue eyes. He's more than cute. He's fine. He's hotter than Zayn (former one directioner)!

Ever hugs me and leaves to go home in her car.

I'm in a room, alone, with this hella fine guy, who most likely has a girlfriend, and im staring.

"Like what you see?" he smirks. Shit, he caught me staring.

"This is my room, right?" I ask, avoiding his question.

"Yeah," he laughs. Damn that's a great laugh. "Just thought it might be nice to help you move in."

Uhm, sweet and hot? There's gotta be a flaw in this dude! Small dick, enormous feet, anything.

"T- thanks." I stutter.

He laughs again, getting up and gets an inch away from my face.

"Names Caleb,"  he starts. "No, I don't have a girlfriend, and no, we aren't sharing a room."

No girlfriend? Score!

"Uh, ok?" I try to sound disgusted, but it clearly didn't work because he laughed.

"You're cute when you're nervous."

O. M. G. He just called me, Adrian Porter, age 18, sadly still a virgin, 5 foot 2 inches, pale, single, awkward self cute. All I can really think of is marry me.

After we finish my room, he gets in my face again.

There it is, his flaw. No sense of personal space.

"The other guys aren't back yet," he whispered. Was he getting sexual? "Wanna hang out here or go somewhere?"

"Like a date?" I blurted, completely unaware of what just came out of my mouth.

"Oh, shit, sorry, um-"

He cut me off with a kiss. I'm not gonna lie, he was a fantastic kisser. I didn't want it to end.

He leaned me up against the wall, holding my waist. The kiss ended, sadly, and me being awkward (as usual), just stared at him, my lips swollen.

"What?" he asked. "Cat got your tounge?"

Dammit! It's like he knows my weaknesses.

"Awe, c'mon, talk to me." he fake pouted, then smirking a second later.

His hands were still on my small waist, grasping them firmly. I could feel his strong breath against my face.

"I... Uh..."

He laughed, throwing his head back.

"Damn you're cute. You still a virgin?"

What!? Oh shit, what do I say? What do I say?

I have a mini panic in my head and finally manage to blurt out, "Yeah..."

I blush in embarrassment and look at my feet.

"Awe, that's ok, ziptie."

Ziptie?

"Um..." dammit! I can't seem to talk around him!

He pressed his body against mine, leaning near my neck to where I could feel his breathing against me, and whispers, "Let's have a little fun."

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Thank you SO much for reading this! It took me a while to think if this and I hope whoever reads this you enjoy it!

Much love,
Aliyah 💝