Living With Hotties (Finished!)

The Rockaways

I wake up late the next morning and find a note in Theo's place.

"Morning Love

You were still asleep when they called me into work. I was going to wake you and let you know but you looked soo cute and peaceful I decided not to.

Have a great day
-Theo"

Aww. He's soo sweet.

I get up, throw on a white crop top and overalls, slide on some black high top converse, and braid flowers into my hair. Then, I head into the kitchen.

Zac, Chris, and Miles are all in there, eating different types of cereal.

That's odd. Usually they're all gone.

"Morning, princess," Chris says cheerfully, in that beautiful Australian accent of his.

I wish I had a cool accent. Instead, I sound like a born and raised New Yorker.

"Morning!" I grin. "What are you guys still doing here? No offense or anything."

"Oh, I'm off today," Chris explains.

"And Miles and I don't have to go to work until later," Zac tells me.

"Actually, I have to go to work in less than an hour," Miles corrects.

"Oh, cool," I say, heading for the pantry and grabbing some Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

I pour the cereal into the bowl and when I get back from putting it away, the milk has already been poured. I look up to see who did it, and see Zac putting the milk in the fridge. He turns around and I smile and nod at him. He nods back and goes back to eating his cereal.

"So, what are your plans for the day?" Chris asks, wiping his mouth after slurping down the milk from his bowl.

"Oh, probably just a solo dance party around the house," I admit awkwardly. "Or I might go hangout with Cay."

"Who's that?" Zac asks.

"My best friend," I tell him. "Cailey O'Conner."

We all finish eating cereal rinse our dishes, and put them in the dishwasher. Miles heads to his room to get dressed. Chris heads to the exercise area to workout. Zac heads to the living room to watch tv. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I'm just putting the toothpaste on my toothbrush when the door opens. I look up into the mirror to see Zac walk in. I don't think he knew I was in here because he heads straight to the toilet and lifts up the seat. I freeze in horror when I hear him unzip his pants.

Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap! What do I do? WHAT do I DO?!

I keep my head down and my back to him and try to mind my business while he does his. I continue brushing my teeth, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing my mouth out as he flushes the toilet.

"Oh, shit!" Zac shouts when he turns around and sees me. "Sorry, doll. Didn't see you. Heh."

"It's whatever," I mumble after spitting out a mouthful of water. "And don't worry- I didn't see anything."

"Dang," he says disappointed, laughing to show me he was joking.

"Sorry, I've just got bigger and better things to worry about" I tease, smirking.

"Ouch," he chuckles, clutching his chest. "But props to that one. It was a pretty sick burn."

"Thanks," I laugh, leaving the bathroom.

Once he finishes up he comes out of the bathroom, apologizing to me again.

"Seriously, though," he tells me. "I really am sorry about that."

"Zac, it's fine" I assure him. "No big deal. It's not like I saw anything, okay? We're good."

"What's up?" Chris asks from the exercise area.

"Oh, it's nothing," I say. "Zac just walked in while I was brushing my teeth. He didn't see me in there and started using the bathroom. But I'm trying to explain to him that it's okay, cause he didn't know and I didn't see anything."

"Wow, Zac," he jokes, rolling his eyes. "Are you trying to scare her out of the house? Or annoy her out of here by overapologizing?"

"Shut up," Zac demands. "It was an accident."

"What was?" Miles asks, coming down the hall in a snazzy, yet casual, suit.

"Zac walked into the bathroom while Sam was brushing her teeth," Chris explains. "Tried to scare her out of the house by showing her his wanker. And when that didn't work, he tried to annoy her out of the house by overapologizing."

"Zac, you dumbass," Miles chuckles. "If it's small enough you can't see it, it's not going to scare anyone."

"Then why do girls run out of your room screaming?" Zac laughs.

"Damn, man," Miles says, heading for the door. "That's just wrong. I don't even have time to defend myself. I gotta get to work, man."

"Then get the fuck outta here," Chris shouts after him as he walks out of the door.

"Language, dipstick," I warn with a grin.

They both look at me, shocked.

"What'd you just say?" Zac asks, eyes wide.

"I said, 'language, dipstick'," I explain. "I don't like cussing. And I don't like hearing it either."

"Oh, she means shitstick," Chris chuckles.

"Or dickstick," Zac laughs.

"That's enough, both of you," I demand. "Watch your mouths."

"Yes ma'am," Chris teases.

I go to my room, and change into a neon purple sports bra and black yoga pants that stop halfway past my knee and has a neon purple stripe on the sides. Then, I head to the exercise room and grab my yoga mat. I do a few quick stretches, then go into full yoga.

I move into the One Arm Compass position. From there, I fold down into the Killing Praying Mantis. I lift myself up into the Fallen Angel position. Then, I twist into the Bound Side Crew. I do the Standing Splits, then do the Twists Variation of it. Then, I finish with a headstand with lotus legs and extended arms.

I unfold completely, and see Chris and Zac standing and staring at my, eyes wide and jaws dropped. I smile, cross my legs, close my eyes, and begin to meditate. After a good thirty minutes, I stand up, roll up my mat, wipe the sweat off of me, then change back into my normal clothes.

By this time, it's about time for Zac to go to work. When I get to the living room, Zac is coming down the hall in a white tee, blue jeans, and a black leather jacket. He grabs his shades off the counter and heads for the door.

Wow. He looks like one of the biker guys from Teen Beach Movie.

"Have fun at work!" I call out cheerfully.

"Yeah, ya wanker!" Chris adds with a laugh, making Zac grin and shake his head as he shuts the door.

"So, what do you want to do?" Chris asks awkwardly.

"I don't know," I admit, giggling. "What do you usually do when you're the only one off work?"

"Well, that all depends," he teases.

"Shoot," I tell him, putting my hands on my hips.

"Ever gone surfing in the Rockaways?" he sighs.

"No, but it sounds like fun," I answer with a smile.

"Do you know how to surf?" he questions.

"Yep," I say. "I even know how to windsurf. Learned how in Greece, two years ago."

"Impressive," he admires.

"Hey, can I bring Cailey?" I ask politely, pulling out my phone.

"I guess," he sighs, kinda sounding disappointed.