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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TO SAY Friday night was eventful would be an understatement. Dane Ramsey did not expect to find her roommates in the same location as her and not to mention on the verge of being arrested. If Dane, Cameron, Kenny, and Daisy hadn't made the decision to go club hopping, Dane wouldn't have witnessed the mess these boys (plus Jaime) have gotten themselves into. Thus bringing them all to this very moment in downtown LA...
"Are we really wasting time arguing over what to eat?" Edwin said from the left side of the car, snapping Dane out of her previous reflection of what occurred hours prior to now. "We all know Chick-Fil-A is the place to go."
Brandon sighed as he peered at his friend in the rear-view, "Sure if you like eating those super dry fries that taste like you're chewing on hay, then be my guest. We're going to shake shack."
The group was sitting in the parking lot of the local 24 hour Walgreens while they waited on the verdict of Nick Mara's fate. It was no question that the group decided to follow the cop car that took Nick down to the station. It was reported that nick fit the description of causing a public disturbance, so they easily hauled him away. It also didn't help that the twenty year old hothead had a record, so the cops lived for the harassment rather than doing their job.
"Would you just pick something?! Either way both of those places are overpriced as hell and if we sit here any longer, my stomach might start eating itself." Zion grumbled as he held a Gatorade bottle to his eye.
Jaime snorted, cradling a flask (decorated with the Mexican flag) in between her thighs, "I just find it funny how we out here," She held back a burp, "Worrying about food instead of screaming: Free Nick!"
Dane rolled her head around at Jaime's revelation. She's been on about this for the past half hour and it's been revealed that she was more touchy-feely and sleepy when tipsy. It was true that the boys were calm about this but Dane knew that they couldn't do anything but wait it out. What they were aware of was the two cops didn't charge Nick (yet) so that was something they could be positive about.
"He's white. He'll survive." Zion bluntly said, leaning forward to turn the knob on the radio just to grin.
Edwin flinched at the bass that vibrated the van as Zion screamed bringing one fist upwards and downward, "GRRRRRAH! WE TAKIN' SHOTS RIGHT NOW! OOOO! AH!"
"I swear to god if I hear this song one more time." Edwin warned but Zion ignored him continuing with his movements on the passenger side.
Jaime hummed moving to rest her head on Edwin's shoulder much to his annoyance, "Relax Great Gazoo, let my mans play this song in honor of Nick."
Edwin peeked over at Dane but she had her head resting in her hand leaving her arm perched on the car window sill — basically not paying them any mind. Edwin scoffed as Jaime began to snore, using his hand to gently push her head off his shoulder making her slump over to Dane. Her brown eyes cut over at Edwin as if to say, 'Really?'
