in which person A finds an ad on
possibly the worse day of her life.
-OR-
in which person A moves into
a house with five different guys
who are anything but ordinary.
*Completed DEC. 2018*
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"YOU GUYS hear that new fire track by the yodeling kid?" Zion lounged on Dane's bed while speaking loud enough for the girl to hear him.
Nick was currently slouched down in a champagne pink suede swivel chair tucked in the corner of her room, browsing through his phone listening here and there to whatever Zion thought of next. While nick on the other hand was more invested in double tapping certain photos that came along his feed.
"Shits whack," Nick mumbled, "but if country pop? Country pop is your thing then I guess it would be fire to you."
Zion's eyes were in slits, "There's nothing wrong with expanding your horizons bruh. I bet you didn't give it a listen, you just automatically assumed it'd be whack."
"I don't have to give it a listen. I know it wouldn't be my taste of music. Must have me confused with Austin or Brandon." Nick answered; swiping his screen.
Zion kissed his teeth, "I bet if Brandon remixed this joint you'd be all over it trying and failing to dance to it."
That made Nick look up from his phone, "Maybe so but I'm positive I got more rhythm than your dumb ass."
Before Zion could flame his roommate Dane emerged from her closet gaining the attention of the two males. She placed her hands on her hips smoothing down the white pants she had on underneath a open copper silk top which she accessorized with gold pendants wrapped around her neck.
Zion blew out a whistle, "I'll be the one not afraid to say it, you look fine as hell."
Dane did a 360 her curly locs bouncing with her as she did so, "you think? 'Cause I feel good."
"You dressed like that for the club?" Nick pressed his elbows into his knees, his dark eyes scanning Dane's frame.
Zion side-eyed Nick while Dane peeked at her outfit over her shoulder in her full-length mirror behind her, "What's wrong with it?"
"Nothings wrong with it," Nick said, "Dane knows she looks good. More than good but I thought you said this wasn't a date? What you're wearing gives me the impression that it is."
Dane whipped her head around to face the Italian, "Thank god it isn't a date. Kenny asked me to hang, it's Friday night, just got paid, and there's nothing else to do so why not?"
"As long as you're sure," Nick looked down at his phone, "I thought the last three outfits were a hit but that's just me."
Zion nodded his head low-key agreeing with that statement, "I really liked that black fit. That one is definitely made for the club."
"My whole titties were out, Zion! No amount of titty tape will keep my girls together when I'm throwing it back to whatever Cardi B track they overplay." Dane scoffed while Zion's lips held a smirk and Nick snorted.
