~•MarLiza OneShots•~

3 - Under Schuyler

Maria's POV

I was sent to this luxury apartment that looked more of a five star hotel than an apartment. I wonder who sent me here though, telling me to walking in and just ask if there's a room under a certain person with the surname 'Schuyler'.

"Hello, is there a room for me under 'Schuyler'?" I chirped nervously at the receptionist. I looked down and admired the gold lined marble desk she stood behind.

"Ah yes! You're registered at room 1776. You have a roommate. She's the one who payed for the apartment." She looked up from the tablet where it had all the registry thingys (Sorry I do not know how to call it.).

I picked up my bags and headed to the elevator. Who's this Schuyler girl waiting for me? Sure, being 26 years old, you shouldn't really care who you're bunked with. Unless it's college.

Eliza's POV

What should I do? My dad put me in an expensive room with a girl I don't even know, heck, I don't even know why my dad payed for her stay here, no offense. I lay down at couch in front of the fireplace and stared at the ceiling. Until I heard the doorbell ring.

I opened the door and saw a pretty girl with tanned skin, chocolate brown hair and eyes. She was wearing a red tank top with black ripped jeans and purple converse.

"Um, hi."

"Are you that Schuyler girl I'm staying with?" She grinned nervously.

"Yes, um, I'm Betsey- I mean, Eliza. Pleasure to meet you." I put out my hand for her to shake and she shook it. I felt a little spark, between us, what was it?

"You can pick any room, I wanted you to have first dips." I opened the doors to both bedrooms, she chose the one on the left and started unpacking.

"Need any help-" I grinned. "Why are you so nice to me?" She cut me off.

I looked down at my feet and gulped. Feeling a tingly feeling in my stomach
"Of course I've been here for 6 hours already and rested. So why can't I help you?" I cringed.

"Okay, thanks. It's just that I've never met anyone as nice as you. And as pretty."
She blushed and it looked like she mentally slapped her self at the same time.

"I'm flattered thanks. You're really pretty too, you know?" I smiled, without thinking I stepped forward. She leaned on a box and our chests were touching, our faces just two inches apart.

I snapped out of it and pulled away. "I'm sorry! I just thought, um-!" I get cut off by her kissing my cheek.

"It's okay." She smiled, her cheeks glowing.

"Uh, sorry but. What's your name?"

"Maria Lewis."

Maria Lewis, I'm literally gawking at that name just as I heard it. What a beautiful name for a beautiful person. Wait.

No.

No.

No.

I can't be.

I-I can't be in love with her.

She's so perfect and I'm this dorky and lanky figure.

We'll see first.

Cheesy ending but at least I updated. :3
No hate on my street pls.