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 CANT tell someone how to feel. Like their emotions weren't valid. Either way it starts a conversation, and the events of yesterday definitely struck a conversation.
"Look I made a mistake, can you just drop it?" The cornrow haired girl hissed as she noticed eyes were locked on the two of them now.
Dane laughed, "That doesn't sound like an apology. But that's typical."
"What? You don't even know me."
Dane eyed the girl in front of her up and down snorting, "I don't have to."
Dane made her way into the kitchen spotting Nick standing by the stove dressed in a bathrobe while laughing down at his phone, "Hey, nick? Did you get the mail today?"
Nick barely looked up from his phone, "Uh...nah."
She dipped her head and moved to get something to drink from the fridge. When she turned back around she eyed the cloud of smoke that sizzled upwards, "You're burning your food."
"Huh?" Nick continued laughing.
Dane sighed as she moved to twist the knob, "Who is so important that's causing you to burn food?"
Nick looked up and rushed over to the stove, "Shit! Why didn't you tell me I was burning my food?"
"I—never mind. Your head is clearly up somebody's ass today." Dane waved her hand about as she left the kitchen.
On her way out she bumped into Brandon who holding a laptop in the palm of his hand and beats half on one of his ears, "Dane...sorry."
The curly haired girl shrugged her shoulders, "Do you have the mail by chance? I'm expecting something."
Brandon hummed placing the laptop on the coffee table, "its usually me or Edwin that grabs it. I didn't. So it's probably up in his room."
Dane poked her tongue into her cheek after she swallowed some cranberry juice, "Thanks."
As she began to take her leave, Brandon called out to her, "Do you want me to grab it for you?"
"Why?" Dane stopped in her tracks, facing the dark haired eighteen year old by the couch.
Brandon let out a low whistle while rubbing at the back of his neck, "well...after what happened on Tuesday...I just figured, the both of you would keep your distance from each other."
"It's always the same thing with you people! So sensitive, like I said, I didn't mean it. I don't know what else you want from me."
Dane pursed her lips and looked back at the faces that surrounded the two, "you people? So you mean black people. I want you to acknowledge the fact that you're not black and you don't get the okay to use the word nigga."
